D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 272: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Exchange. 255 No; in that blank inclosure was the mortgage of Flor- iador, directed to Donna Jacinta!’ “On the eve of battle, he remembered the poor lady! Come, he is not so bad at heart after all! He-shall not be “abe this affray—not while Balizarde can be brand- ished!” “Helloa, there! are you never coming?” shouted the count from the gardens. “Have ‘with you!” responded Porthos, in his lusty voice, which was heard through doors and walls. “Then, what are you hanging back for?’ queried D’Artagnan. “To put on my clothes,’ said Porthos, hastily strip- ping in part; “do you think I bought these to equip ghosts!” And attiring himself in the beadle’s suit, he appeared after the other, glorious as a pupa which had become a butterfly. He descended the stairs five at a jump. “Now,” said his friend, left alone. “I have no time to go for a locksmith, but will make my sword pierce this mysterious entrance, by which a black spectre rummages Porthos’ clothes, purloins that packet and hands a companion phantom, of another hue, I guess, this glass on which to discourse in loving metre!” Having a good idea of the nice cabinetwork of the period, he found the panel picture by the removal of the dust on the floor by its opening, inserted his sword as a thisel, cleft the spring bolt and plunged into the orifice. * COMME OOO KS,(eo)