She passed close by them without the least obstacle.

The rumor went that at her approach they were struck motionless, and had been unable to attempt their wicked purpose.

Joan was rather tall, well shaped, dark, with a look of composure, animation, and gentleness.

A man-at-arms, who met her on her way, thought her pretty, and with an impious oath expressed a coarse sentiment.

"Alas!" said Joan, "thou blasphemest thy God, and yet thou art so near thy death!" He drowned himself, it is said, soon after.