D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 261: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXII. A FAIR EXCHANGE. “You may come in,’ continued the woman, speaking very low. “Are you quite certain, Quaqua?”’ inquired Donna Jacinta, appearing in her turn, but having to stoop to enter by the picture door. Reassured, the maid of honor tripped into the apart- ment. All the light was the glimmer through the win- dows, set with large Venetian panes where the blown glass of the Moors had not been retained, but this even- ing there was that after-glow which astronomers attrib- ute to the stars. “Lady Jacinta,’ went on the negress, “T saw the French gentleman who hired our inn, who is to the stout one as the pestle to the mortar, go out into Carmel Church Square!” ‘He was seeking me, at my timely and temporary refuge?” “Not a doubt of it.” “How was he to know that an old servant of ours kept that Indian store?” “How, indeed?” “But what are you snuffing at?” “There is something burning—no, it is tobacco! Oh, they have been smoking!” “It was a good idea of mine not to linger there, where my brother would put questions of Marco, but to pro- ceed instantly ‘to the summerhouse in our own gardens.” “Very good! But you had a better one to press me into your train.” “Indeed, I do not know what I should do without rou.” “That is what my Lord of Braganza says to my Lord Pedro. We are neither of us beauties, but we dio hand- some deeds.” “You tell me mv brother was hurt in that encounter?” “The French gentleman ran him through the sword- EOPMIE LOO KSAEOlra