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The massacre of the Huguenots in Paris lasted about three days. Bertrand's house, although it was near the Protestant quarter, where not a single Huguenot and not a single building remained alive, by a strange whim of fate was not touched by robbers or fanatics. Not considering it necessary to take risks, Bertrand spent the whole time of the pogrom locked up.

Only once did he order the door to be opened, when a hurried knock was heard from the side of the back door. His silent servant let in a very young girl in a torn dress and wounded in several places. She sat down exhausted on the steps of the stairs and asked for asylum. Bertrand, who descended, carefully examined the random guest. If not for the soot on her face and the bloody wound on the severed arm, wrapped in a dirty, bloody rag, she could be considered a beauty. Green eyes, slightly slanted in a pale face, oddly harmonized with bright red curls. A closed dress hid a small, neat chest, and small shoes hid a
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