THREE:45 All the forts thundered away again, and the guns of the Germans were also busy on the citadel and the various surrounding heights. Already early in the morning a terrible and suffocating smoke of fire and gunpowder hovered over Lige. The smoke came down also from the burning villages, like Bressoux, on the slopes of the hills near Lige. The flames flared up from the houses and offered a melancholy sight."We shall probably never know," she said after a pause. "But as to your own trouble, Gordon, dear Gordon, why don't you confide in me?"
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