They love these beautiful windows.

They will not permit them to be destroyed.

Will you tell them what you saw ?" It is no pleasure to tell what I saw.

Shells had torn out some of the windows, the entire sash, glass, and stone frame--all was gone; only a jagged hole was left.

On the floor lay broken carvings, pieces of stone from flying buttresses outside that had been hurled through the embrasures, tangled masses of leaden window-sashes, like twisted coils of barbed wire, and great brass candelabra.