CHAPTER XXVI--HOW, AND BY WHOSE DEVICE, THE MAID WAS TAKEN AT COMPIEGNE.
"Verily and indeed the Maid is of wonderful excellence," quoth Father Francois to me, in my chamber at the Jacobins, where I was healing of my hurts.
"Any man may know that, who is in your company," the father went on speaking.
"And how, good father ?" I asked him; "sure I have caught none of her saintliness." "A saint I do not call you, but I scarce call you a Scot.

For you are a clerk." "The Maid taught me none of my clergy, father, nor have I taught her any of mine." "She needs it not.

But you are peaceful and gentle; you brawl not, nor drink, nor curse.

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