They are far too white, at present, and would be instantly noticed." Philip rubbed his hands, blackened by his passage across the roofs, over his face and arms; and then joined Claire, who started, as he entered.
"I did not know you," she said.

"Come; are we ready?
It were surely better to die at once, than to listen to these dreadful sounds." "One moment.

Pierre will return directly.

He has gone to see whether the lane behind the houses is clear.

Once fairly away, and our course will be easier." Pierre returned almost immediately.
"The way is clear." "Let us go, then, mademoiselle." "One moment, monsieur.