A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 100: what you’re looking at

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96 A GENTLEMAN .FROM GASCONY. The admiral knew what it meant, as well he might, for his servants were being butchered, and their shrieks rang through the house. | “Fly,” he said quietly, turning to the attendants who remained near him. ‘“ You cannot save me, and it will be vain to fling away your lives in the cause of a nan who stands on the threshold of the grave.” There was a moment of hesitation, and then, as the sounds of the savage clamor grew nearer, all save one turned and ran like frightened sheep, seeking to make their escape by the roof. | “The cowards!” cried Raoul in a fury, and he would have sought to stay their flight had not the admiral himself commanded him to desist. The one who remained was a tall, pale man, dressed in a physician’s gown of sombre black. “Fly, my good Ambrose, fly,” urged Coligny. “Never,” retorted Pare, for it was the king’s phy- sician who was in attendance on the admiral and had happened to remain in the house that night. “ Never! If I cannot save you, at least I can die with you?” The thunder of approaching footsteps was in the cor- ridor, and before another word could be spoken the curtains which covered the doorway were thrust violently aside, and into the room rushed a crowd of men in glittering cuirasses, shrieking like demons and: waving their blood-stained weapons. With drawn sword, Raoul sprang in front of the admiral! Gomicbooks: cc in sbion