ame yet."

"I am the Marquis de Sèvremont."

Leaning down from his horse, he extended his hand in black leather gloves towards the girl.

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"I forgot to tell you, Edith," as they were about to enter the military camp, Andre said to her, "I just received the order from Paris. We shall prepare to return now."

Edith nodded, her expression devoid of emotion, and then turned to gaze deeply once more at the endless expanse of snowfield behind her - she had just recalled that this was the last day of the turbulent and magnificent Quatre-vingt Treize.