D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 230: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Porthos Fares Badly. 217 “Oh, go to the left!” “To the gate?” “While I go mine, to the mint ¥ “Oh, if you persist in going to the mint, have your way. I will go to—you are sure there is no mistake— by turning fi “To the left!” bawled the man, having passed. ai keep to the left, eh! that will bring me to the gate O fo5 oe UR ee “Gate of the deuce!” halloaed the man, thinking he was well away! “TInsolent lout!’ cried Porthos. “I will chastise you for that!” As his burden was light and the man’s heavy, he must have easily overtaken him, but at that moment he heard the clash of steel. A good soldier should march to the sound of cannon. Porthos turned, renouncing his course of vengeance on the caitiff, and, feeling that Balizarde played easily, hurried toward the sound. In his excitement, and from old association, he ut- tered the Royal Bodyguard’s war cry: “Tf a friend, stand! the Musketeers to the rescue!” Turning a corner of the wall, defended by a watch- tower at the angle, he uttered an exclamation of un- adulterated surprise. He had issued out upon Carmel Church Square, where his friend, the Musketeer Captain, was crossing swords with the first Lisbonite who had told him to keep to the right. Behind the contestants was a young woman in peasant attire, whom it was impossible for him, having well studied her, to mistake. “Donna Jacinta? you cannot keep lovers apart, I war- rant ye, though that caballero seems trying!” Gomicboo (C(O) im S