La storia della Francia, dal regno di Clovis, 481 d.C., alla firma dell'armistizio, novembre 1918 . strinsero le sue mani povere, ma erano legate.Ella mormorò feebly, Gente Buona, ]3ray per me! Nessuno che era presente, né i giudici brutali northe Savage cardinal stesso, poteva trattenere le lacrime; come per il popolo, si sono rotti in singhiozzi e gemiti. Ma un soldato chiamato al sacerdote che stava accanto a Joan, che cosa è questo, sacerdote? vuoi dire che ci mangiamo qui? E due uomini a braccia afferrarono la Maid, la trascinarono sul palo, e all'incirca bade il carnefice fanno il suo dovere.Lei si prostrò la testa, lei

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The story history of France from the reign of Clovis, 481 A.D., to the signing of the armistice, November, 1918 . clasped her poor hands, but they were bound.She feebly murmured, Good people, ]3ray for me! No one who was present—neither the brutal judges northe savage cardinal himself—could keep back his tears;as for the people, they broke out in sobs and groans. But a soldier called to the priest who stood by Joan, Whats this, priest? do you mean us to dine here? And two men-at-arms seized the Maid, dragged her tothe stake, and roughly bade the executioner do his duty.She bowed her head, her lips were seen to move as in prayer, the flames rose, she gave one shriek— Jesus !—and all wasover. If you go to Rouen you may see, under the long shadowof the old cathedral tower, a statue of Joan of Arc, erectedon the square where she was burned. And so long as thetown of Domremy remained in the possession of the Frenchit was a law of the French army that no regiment shouldmarch through it without presenting arms and having itsband play a requiem. The English—who were a very different people then. THE CATHEDRAL AT ROUEN from the English of to-day—fancied that the death of Joanof Arc would remove their most dangerous enemy. But itdid not help them much. The baby king never reigned in 148 [1429-1481 France, though he was once crowned, and after Joans deaththe English lost ground year by year in France, till theywere elbowed to the ver}- sea-coast. Charles the Seventh was king in name if not in fact fornearly forty years. But he was so helpless a creature thatin all that time he did nothing by which you can remem-ber him. For twenty years he was ruled by a beautiful andgentle lady named Agnes Sorel, who seems always to haveadvised him wisely ; she died very suddenly, probably frompoison given through the arts of the dauphin, who becameLouis the Eleventh. His sister Katharine, who had beenthe wife of King Henry the Fifth of England, married aWelshman named Owen Tudor a

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