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CHAPTER III-3
Close to me - driven past me by the struggle of many fighters - came the Antwerp burgess with the scarce-healed scar upon his face; and, in an instant more, he was thrown by the press upon the Austrian officer Gisborne, and ere either had recovered the shock, the burgess had recognised his opponent. 'Ha! the Englishman Gisborne!' he cried, and threw himself upon him with redoubled fury. He had struck him hard - the Englishman was down: when out of the smoke came a dark-grey figure, and threw herself right under the uplifted flashing sword, The burgess's arm stood arrested. Neither Austrians nor Anversois willingly harmed the Poor Clares. 'Leave him to me!' said a low, stern voice. 'He is mine enemy - mine for many years.' Those words were the last I heard. I myself was struck down by a
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