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CHAPTER FOUR-1
CHAPTER FOURWhen the Battleship moved into the Port of Cattaro, Pythia could see the mountains of Albania in the distance. She now felt that she had come home. The sight that most moved her heart was the smiling faces of the Montenegrins. She had learnt when she was last there of their age-old struggle for independence against the Turks. And the long fight for liberation had developed in them, her father had thought, the manly virtues of heroism and endurance. “They are,” Patrick O’Connor had told her, “an inspiration to all the countries near them in the way that they have endured personal sacrifice and never lost their determination to reach their goal.” There was a crowd to see Pythia with the Ambassador and his wife, followed by Major Danilo, come down the gangway. Waiting for t
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