A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 124: what you’re looking at

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120 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. duke, “the favorite alike of Mars and Venus. It is he who will protect you, my pretty flower of Egypt.” As he spoke, he attempted to throw his arm about her waist, but Mirza, more terrified now than ever, managed to elude his grasp. , She turned distractedly from one to the other, but only to meet with renewed laughter and jests at her frantic entreaties of protection from Goujon, who had again approached to seize her. “A mountebank!” “A street dancer!” “A Bohemian!” “But a woman!” cried a clear, ringing voice. And Raoul de Puycadére darted forward, and seizing Goujon by the shoulder hurled him violently aside. The gypsy, recognizing him, crouched at his feet and grasped his cloak, imploring him not to leave her. Then, as the astounded and angry young noblemen made a movement to advance upon him, the Gascon drew his sword and extended it over the form of the kneeling Tzigana. “Back, gentlemen!” he exclaimed in tones of stern command. “While under this guard, not one of you shall harm her!” ‘: GEomicbhbooks (<(e)