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BOOK THE SIXTH.
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"Is it not the voice of Conrade?"Francis exclaim'd; "and dost thou bring to usTidings of speedy aid? oh! had it comeA few hours earlier! Isabel is gone!" 35
 "Nay she is safe," cried Conrade, "her I foundWhen wilder'd in the forest, and consign'd To the protection of that holy Maid,The delegate of Heaven. One evening moreAnd thou shalt have thine Isabel. Now say, 40Wherefore alone? A fugitive from Orleans,Or sent on dangerous service from the town?"
 "There is no food in Orleans," he replied, "Scarce a meal more! the assembled chiefs resolvedIf thou shouldst bring no tidings of near aid 45To cut their way to safety, or by deathPrevent the pang of famine. One they soughtWho venturous in the English camp should spyWhere safest they might rush upon the foe.

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