A light was burning within, and lifting the latch she entered, followed by Harry.

A fisherman and his wife were sitting by the fire.
"Here, sister Henriette and brother Pierre," Marthe said; "you have heard from me how a dear angel, who lived next door to me, has nursed and tended my little Julie, and by blessing of the Virgin brought her round from her illness; and those wretches, the Reds, have carried her off to-day with her sister, and you know what it is to fall into their hands.

This is her brother, and I am going to ask you to give him shelter and let him stay here with you.

I have brought him a suit of clothes with me, and no one will guess that he is not the son of some comrade of yours.

He will pay you well for sheltering him till we can put him on board Adolphe's lugger and send him across the water.