Where was the relief? What could

[Cassiano Felch <vercelli at ngcfrance dot tv>]

traitor, who breaks the sacred oath he has sworn." "Maria," cried
Peter angrily, approaching with a threatening gesture. She drew her
slender figure up to its full height and with quickened breath
awaited him, pointing her finger at him, as she exclaimed with a
sharp tone perceptible through the slight tremor
in her voice: "You, you have voted with the Baersdorps, you, Peter
Van der Werff! You have done this thing, you, the friend of the
Prince, the shield and providence of this brave city, you, the man
who received the oaths of the citizens, the martyr's son, the servant
of liberty--"
"No more!" he interrupted, trembling with shame and rage. "Do you
know what it is to bear the guilt
of this most terrible suffering
before God and men?" "Yes, yes, thrice yes; it is laying one's heart
on the rack, to save Holland and liberty.
That is what it means! Oh, God,
my God! You are lost! You intend to negotiate with Valdez!" "And
suppose I do?" asked the burgomaster, with an angry gesture. Maria
looked him sternly

in the eye, and exclaimed in a loud, resolute tone: "Then it will be
my turn to say: Go to Delft; we need different
men here." The burgomaster turned pale and bent his eyes
on the floor, while she fearlessly confronted him with a steady
glance. The light fell full upon her glowing face, and when Peter
again raised his eyes, it seemed as if the same Maria stood before
him, who as
a bride had
vowed to share trouble and peril with him, remain steadfast in the
struggle

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