Publisher's Synopsis
"[...]gave her his left hand and drew her out of the train. It swept past them into the fortress gates, -gallant music, faces returning her eager gaze with smiles, plumes, powdered curls, and laces, gold and white uniforms, soldiers with the sun flashing from their gun-barrels. Barbe watched the last man in. To express her satisfaction she then rose to the tip of one foot and hopped three steps. She was lightly and delicately made, [...]."
