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BOOK THE SIXTH.
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Xaintrailles exclaim'd. "Give we to all the hostWith hand unsparing now the plenteous meal;To-morrow we are safe. For Heaven all justHas seen our sufferings and decreed their end. 70Let the glad tidings echo thro' the town!God is with us!""Rest not in too full faith,"D'Orval replied, "on this miraculous aid.Some frenzied female whose wild phantasy,Shaping vain dreams, infects the credulous 75With her own madness! That Dunois is there,Leading in arms twelve hundred chosen men,Cheers me: yet let not we our little foodBe lavish'd, lest the warrior in the fightShould haply fail, and Orleans be the prey 80Of England!""Chief! I tell thee," Conrade cried,"I did myself behold the marble tombBurst, to the holy Maid disclosing armsHeld in the grave inviolate for her.

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