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BOOK THE SIXTH.
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Xaintrailles exclaim'd. "Give we to all the host
With hand unsparing now the plenteous meal;
To-morrow we are safe. For Heaven all just
Has seen our sufferings and decreed their end. 70
Let the glad tidings echo thro' the town!
God is with us!"
"Rest not in too full faith,"
D'Orval replied, "on this miraculous aid.
Some frenzied female whose wild phantasy,
Shaping vain dreams, infects the credulous 75
With her own madness! That Dunois is there,
Leading in arms twelve hundred chosen men,
Cheers me: yet let not we our little food
Be lavish'd, lest the warrior in the fight
Should haply fail, and Orleans be the prey 80
Of England!"
"Chief! I tell thee," Conrade cried,
"I did myself behold the marble tomb
Burst, to the holy Maid disclosing arms
Held in the grave inviolate for her.

"She