D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 77: what you’re looking at

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68 The Third Tenant. loosed his mule and dragged it out with reluctance on both parts. He sadly mounted. The men paid so little attention to him that he did) not care to speak tothem. They probably believed that their mistress had given him a commission to carry out. ‘Animal instinct is great,’ mused he. “This beast may take me to a refuge against the bad weather. Ah, I came in vanity and I depart in darkness, relying on a brute to deliver me from the shadows that walk at dead of night! Well, rather a robbers’ cave than this, where that proud and haughty scorner presides at the board!” For an instant the lady thus apostrophized appeared at the doorway. It was to speak to her footmen, however. “Scipio! ’"Sebio! one of you take rest while the other watches; sleep you, across this gap. Good ward, you others! God rest us!” They responded affectionately and respectfully. They did not share the Jew’s animosity. His plodding mule carried him up to the cliff top. He ‘was too anxious about what might befall him to look behind. Had he done so, and out to sea, he might have seen, under the dense, stormy clouds and above the mist banks, swaying to and fro along shore, clinging: at the bottom of the mass to the solitary bowlders, a kind of shooting star with a long trail of fiery sparks. It errat- ically skirted the shore, now darting outward to round a reef end, now half circling in a little pool, and sometimes held at a point which was with difficulty passed. Finally, by dint of great exertions on the part of those propelling the craft carrying this star at the prow, it could direct its course tolerably straight. It headed for the beach, under the cliff where the three candles feebly gleamed through the alabaster shade. It was a twelve-oared galley, padded with cork bark on the bow and stern to ride more easily. On the bow sat a man, proof to the spray drenching him as the bow rose and fell. He held a steel wheel, striking against a flinty edge in a tinder box. This sent out its trail of scintillations. If the Jew had not espied this, it was not so with the servant on guard, who roused his mates, just nodding off, and going to the cave mouth, rapped on the jamb, crying: Eomicbooks co