A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 11: what you’re looking at

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A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. A ROMANCE OF THE HUGUENOTS. CHAPTER IL THE LAST OF HIS RACE, “Morpiovu, I must do it! It is the only chance left me now!” And, with a sigh, the young Chevalier de Puycadére glanced sorrowfully up at the ancient pile before him. There was a time once, in the days of the second Henry of blessed memory, when the chateau de Puy- cadére had haughtily upreared its castellated head, as if in proud consciousness that it was one of the most magnificent habitations in Gascony, if not in all of France. But alas, like the noble family whose name it bore, how were its glories faded! Its walls were crumbling, its battlements and towers almost in ruins, its windows broken and gaping—in fact, its whole appearance well-nigh disreputable save where the thick ivy had thrown a generous mantle of charity over its vanished splendor. Of all the wide domains that had once surrounded it, like vassals about their suzerain, there now remained to the last scion of the Puycadéres but a few wretched acres, uncultivated, neglected, forlorn. Ccommicloooks (E@) im a)