D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 200: what you’re looking at

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The Royal Proclamation. 187 about to break—whether for sunshine or storm, the fu- ture will disclose!” “Never was the political horizon more clear! Spain and Portugal are at peace with each other and all the world, including our Colonies!” ‘That mushroom, the Prince of Brag gadocia, abandoned by his clique of tatterdemalians, was forced out of France, and is in full flight into Piedmont!” “Our beloved Don Juan has 15,000 armed men at Oporto. Five Ships from England bring him several regiments of horse and foot!’ “El Rey is scattering silver on all sides. The Jews are pressing money upon him, in revenge against their per- secutors. Look out for reprisals when they come ‘into Lisbon !”’ Through this tumult, the masses swaying diversely, a man moved with the easy strength and suppleness of one who had mingled with greater multitudes in his career. He had ridden up to the gates, but the guard, whose officer was preternaturally civil, on account of his isolated post being surrounded by a crowd of no pleasant looks, had assured him that all horses were taken over for his Majesty’s cavalry. He would give him an order, how- ever, on the Master of the Mint, who was also Royal Treasurer, for the amount settled by himself on the steed. The cavalier, accustomed to discipline, acquiesced, and, with his warrant in his pocket and a roll from the crup- per slung on his back, as an officer suspends his cloak, walked through. He progressed nicely, as, like fire and water, an old soldier makes his way. At times, when it was civil to speak—for here even the gruff by nature practice courtesy—he would speak blandly, though briefly, in that old Cantabrian tongue which most of the people comprehended, just as one could pass fairly with Elizabethan English in rural England. “Way, please! Aside, man!” And his hand, open, but the fingers touching, like a hatchet, cleft, and his some- what sharp shoulder advanced, and his knee, hardened by riding between other cavaliers, drove on like a man- gonel-ball; he obtained his desire. | Still the conflicting chatter did not pacify or enlighten CORNICE OOOLKS (c©)