Chapter 31: XXIX

XXIX Ascend the watchtower yonder, valiant soldier, Look on the field, and say how goes the battle. Schiller’s Maid of Orleans A moment of peril is often also a moment of openhearted kindness and affection. We are thrown off our guard by the general agitation of our feelings, and betray the intensity of those, which, at more tranquil periods, our prudence at least conceals, if it cannot altogether suppress them. In finding herself once more by the side of Ivanhoe, Rebecca was…