D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 263: what you’re looking at

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

246 A Fair Exchange. colors, on a white horse, and stop at the gates to re- ceive the keys from the Alcalde?” “Oh, the day has gone by for pageants, I fear! tour- neys, Open-air fighting on open ground. Now we undermine, storm in the dawn, and open city gates with golden keys.” “All this will not please Captain Pedro and his crews —they want close quarters, only room to swing a hand- spike—that is Jack’s play!” and the negress’ eyes blazed in the dark. “Heaven forbid that my brother should find that the Caballero of Gannarta is endeared to the native cause!” “There is a worse thing—to find out that the Cabal- lero is in love with a Portuguese maiden endeared to him, Don Jorge.” “What do you mean?” A little more warmly and the sleeper must have over- heard. ‘He is more concerned in whom you love than whom the Caballero loves!” “What, do I wear my flame emblazoned on my bodice?” hissed Jacinta, almost angered. ‘Madame, it is something which I saw!” “Are you a witch?” “No, a cook! Our eyes are Cupid’s fortune-books— any one can read the leaves.” ‘My eyes betray me now! But as a cook Eiyt ch “Why, the cook noticed that your appetite fell off. When a young woman eats no more than a lovebird, she must have a mate to feed her, or she pines!” “Hem! here is a valise,’ said Jacinto, to turn the talk, as she paused by a window, illuminated by the re- flection of a bonfire on the plaza. On a settee was Porthos’ purchase at Oporto. “A bundle of clothes, anyway,” said Quaqua, feeling the find. “It is laced up.” “My knife laughs at ties,” observed Quaqua, drawing a knife from her hose-top band. “What, would you open ‘1 “Snick! It is open!” “You have slit i y (EMME OOK KS (E00) im