D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 158: what you’re looking at

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King of Portugal. 147 tinguished the dire flame. Ah, his highness may mod- estly keep that deed a secret, but your highness could tell of a scar, over his theart, betokening the flame he smothered ! “Our marshal thanked him in the king’s name, and his name was read out in the orders of the day—but who, in Don Juan the volunteer, suspected the Duke of Braganza? One who bore himself like a Maccabee in Josephus !”’ ~ Tallytho!’ shouted Porthos, waving his hat as if his hounds were capturing the beast. “My hero!” said the duchess, embracing her husband with as little perception of the bystanders. Never had she so high and ennobling an opinion of him. Over ‘her shoulder the duke gave the French captain a glance for altogether another reason than his recent rescue. “My lord, for saving my men I have far too long owed you a debt. I trust that before so long I shall repay it.” “You have done so, in saving my life! Think, wife, that the invitation to the launch was, indeed, a decoy! No sooner was my corvette between the broadsides of two men-of-war than, under pretense of firing salutes— with shotted guns—an accident! the poor Amor de Dios was all but sent to the bottom. My captain was alone unnerved by the murderous surprise. He gave orders, and his men, restored to courage and coolness by his self-control, managed to manceuvre us out of the trap. “For such a plot it was necessary that not one aboard should survive to tell the tale. We were closely pur- sued, but it was not until we were out well at sea that the three or four vessels in chase and trying to inter- cept us in other ways, opened fire on us, as on a pro- nounced enemy of Spain. The chief pursuer was fleeter than my ship, a long, narrow craft unfit for rough waters. When we replied with our guns, for this was war, war to the death! the shock almost completed our destruction; we were shattered to the keel. Unable to get clear, unable to keep seaward, we were unfortu- nately driven back toward two large galleys which re- sumed the cannonade. A storm came up while I CORNICE OOOKS (€©)