THE KNIGHTS OF THE CROSS.
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Yurand despair, which up to that moment had been restrained, burst forth; for a while it was as sudden and terrible as a whirlwind. He seized his long hair with his hands and fell to beating the timbers of the wall with his head, groaning and repeating in a hoarse voice,—
"O Jesus! O Jesus! O Jesus!"
Zbyshko sprang to him, and shaking him by the arms with all his might, cried,—
"To the road with us! To Spyhov!"
