A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 123: what you’re looking at

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AT THE SIGN OF THE GREEN DRAGON. 11g but determined to await the progress of events before making any move. “Well, Paul, mon ami,” exclaimed Count Lemours, as the duke rejoined his companions, “you are neglect- ing your friends, especially your best friend, the bottle.” De Bassompierre leaned his hand lightly on the speaker’s shoulder, and whispered a few words in his ear. “What! Mirza the Tzigana!” exclaimed Lemours, looking up with a laugh. “Mort de ma vie! Tame that wild bird!” “ My gloves against your riding-whip, Lemours,” said one of the other young noblemen, “the duke is tired of the bird before the bird tires of its cage.” “The duke is a conqueror who aims at universal con- quest from the court to the cabaret. To Paul the Irresistible!” “To Paul the Irresistible!” ‘The pages filled the glasses—but, before the toast could be drunk, a wild shriek ran through the room, and Mirza, pale with terror, rushed toward them, fol- lowed unsteadily by the sergeant, whose face showed signs of having come in contact with the pretty gypsy’s nails. At the same time the two soldiers, Griffo and Miron- ton, seized Pharos, the male member of the Tzigani, to prevent him going to the rescue. The girl paused before the group of noblemen. “Tn charity, gentlemen, protect me from this ruffian,” she panted, her hands stretched out in supplication. But, alas! there was nothing to be expected here. Her appeal was answered by a burst of laughter. “Why, this is honest Sergeant Goujon,” said the Eomichboo S (S©)