D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 284: what you’re looking at

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Tapping the Volcano. — 267 one was not hidden, and pierced the walls for secret re- ceptacles. In a back room they found an old servant, white with terror. Between two pistols to his ears, he pointed to a clothespress; with axes the two doors were split, and, with the gaffs, the oppressor was drawn forth. He had | collapsed, though brave on earlier occasions; he had not the voice to implore mercy. Transfixed on spears and swords, he was flung out of the window. “The tyrant is no more! So be it with his master! was the cry. “Hail to our rights again! Liberty for- ever! Long live our own Don Juan!” At this juncture, Captain Pedro arrived with his men; he had left the Corregidor’s, turned into a prison for his own captivity, and overawing that part of the town, the fishers garrisoned it. At the northeastern corner his men deposited a barrel of powder, setting fire to it with a red fire stick. A portion of the wall was leveled. All en- tered at the breach, ten times the seamen’s number; they were carried on by the accession to their ranks, like corks on a freshet. In the yard they had a glimpse of a red shuttlecock with which madmen were playing; it was the remains of Vasconsellos. The vice-queen’s apartments were invaded by a third column. Its leader had sagely added a number of fisher- women to his cohort to handle the lady without ac- cusation of ungallantry. This representative of Philip was the Princess Mar- garita of Savoy. Her advisor was Don Carlos of Ar- ragon, to whom she had refused to listen since he spoke of submission. He now pleaded that she must retire in- doors and not breast the insults of women. But she came forward, with the Archbishop of Lisbon at her side, in spite of her desiring to be alone, and her trembling ladies at her back. She was haughty, cold and feelingless, like a princess confronting the baseborn. “Sirs,” said she, ignoring the fishfags and addressing the leaders with swords and in spurs, “I confess that Vasconsellos has exceeded orders and humanity. It was . CONMIE OOO KS, (co im justly that pepular hate and indignation fell. When the