A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 102: what you’re looking at

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98 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. In spite of his resistance, Raoul was dragged away from in front of the admiral. But as he still continued to struggle, one of the men proceeded calmly to trip him up, and then sat down on his arms while the other planted himself on his feet. “Tt’s no use, Master Raoul, you can do nothing. It was the only way to save your life,” whispered a voice in his ear, which he recognized as that of Simon Beppa, and though inwardly raging at his helplessness, he was forced to submit. Neither Coligny nor Ambrose Pare was armed, but neither flinched before the bloodthirsty assassins. “Which of you is the admiral?” demanded Behm, with a coarse oath. But before a reply could be made, a voice of com- mand rang out from the corridor: “Don’t touch the man in black, on your lives! It is the king’s physician, and his life is sacred!” Behm made a sign to his followers, and Ambrose Pare, who was possessed of but little physical strength, was seized and removed from the side of his doomed friend. “So, you are Coligny!” ejaculated the German, his eyes aflame with the lust of murder. The venerable admiral, who had won so many vic- tories for his country and his king, drew his stately figure up to its full height. “Tam he,” he replied, calmly. ‘“ But beware, young sir, before you stain your hands with my blood. I am a wounded and helpless man! But why should I waste breath? If I am to die, my last thoughts should be of Him who gave me life.” Scarcely had the last word been uttered when Behm plunged into his stomach a huge, pointed baags-spear, Gomicbooks co