A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 127: what you’re looking at

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A DUEL WITH SWORD AND DAGGER. 123 And, with a rapid movements, he drew off one of his embroidered gloves and with it struck Raoul full across the mouth. As if by magic, the whole manner of the chevalier underwent an instantaneous change, all his coolness vanished. The rich color mounted hot into his cheeks, and his eyes flashed fire upon his assailant. Grasping the duke by the breast with a hand of iron, he hissed through his clenched teeth: “T am the Chevalier de Puycadére, a Huguenot and equerry to the King of Navarre! Your equal, Monsieur le Duc! Unsheathe your weapon, for, were you the King of France himself, your insolence should not pass unpunished!” | He hurled the duke roughly back, and, dashing his hat to the ground, slipped his cloak from his shoulders. Then drawing from his belt one of those short, sharp daggers known as “foi de gentilhomme,” he stood on guard, his head thrown proudly back, sword and dag- ger in hand. But he had declared himself a Huguenot, and swords of both soldiers and noblemen flashed in air, amidst a clamor of cries: “A Huguenot! A Huguenot!” “By the beard of Saint Bridget, I knew it!” “Upon him all!” Before this last command could be carried into exe- cution, the duke, who had unsheathed his sword and drawn his dagger, sprang between. “Back! back! All of you!” he commanded. “This quarrel’s mine. In such matters, Paul de Bassompierre needs no proxy!” The others fell back, forming a sort of half-circle about Raoul and the duke. Gomichbooks (¢@)