A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 131: what you’re looking at

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ia “Une — i prt ln ee — yy i s- CHAPTER XIV. ‘A PORT IN A STORM. THe chevalier was an admirable swimmer, and, although considerably encumbered by his sword, which he refused to cast aside, he succeeded in reaching the Pont Neuf, and clambering up out of the water. The bridge was only partially finished, but still pass- able for foot-passengers, and all about were strewn stones and lumber left by the workmen. It was now quite dark, and the moon, which was near its full, had not yet risen. Raoul was as wet and weary as a hunted rat, and he knew that there would be a tremendous hue and cry and that the chase would be a hot one. He had killed the Duke de Bassompierre, the owner of a great name and a powerful one, and, moreover, he himself was a Huguenot. He looked about him and found that he was in about the middle of the bridge. Perhaps this would be as good a place as any to hide in for the present. So, wringing the water from his clothes as best he could, he crawled into a narrow opening between two stones, just beneath a recently completed parapet. From his hiding-place he could hear shouts and see the flashing of torches along the quay. Now and then hurrying footsteps resounded over the bridge. Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of voices just over his head. Two men had paused beside the para- pet, and the fugitive soon discovered from their conver- Comichoo S (E@)