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See, here comes the Heer van Broekhoven under whose escort I am travelling, and look, he is bleeding. Oh! worthy friend, are you hurt?" "Not much, Elsa," gasped the Heer, for he was still breathless with fright and exhaustion, "but that ruffian may the hangman have him gave me a dig in the shoulder with his knife as he rose to run.
So Elsa described the appearance of the man and of the black-eyed hag, his companion, and repeated also the words that the Heer van Broekhoven had heard the woman utter before the attack took place. "That sounds like the spy, Hague Simon, him whom they call the Butcher, and his wife, Black Meg," said Dirk. "Adrian, you must have seen these people, was it they?"
However," he added with satisfaction, "he got nothing from me, for I am an old traveller, and he never thought to look in my hat." "I wonder why they attacked us," said Elsa. The Heer van Broekhoven rubbed his head thoughtfully. "To rob us, I suppose, for I heard the woman say, 'Here they are; look for the letter on the girl, Butcher."
As he spoke Elsa's face turned grave, and Adrian saw her glance at the animal she had been riding and slip her arm through its rein. "Worthy sir," went on Van Broekhoven, "tell us whom we have to thank." "I am Adrian, called Van Goorl," Adrian replied with dignity. "Van Goorl!" said the Heer. "Well, this is strange; Providence could not have arranged it better.
"Oh! now I understand the shadow how strange," she exclaimed in a new voice. "What is the matter? What is strange?" he asked. "Oh! only that your face reminded me so much of a man of whom I am terrified. No, no, I am foolish, it is nothing, those footpads have upset me. Praise be to God that we are out of that dreadful wood! Look, neighbour Broekhoven, here is Leyden before us.
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