A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 137: what you’re looking at

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A PORT IN A STORM. 133 Raoul had not very much the start of them, as he had not dared to proceed very fast, for fear of being noticed, and, moreover, he had been stopped at the end of the bridge by a sentinel demanding the password. Fortunately, thanks to his forethought, he was able to give it, but he had not gone a dozen steps from the sentinel, when the tumult on the bridge told him that his ruse had been discovered. There was no time to1lose. Gathering up his cloak, he started at arapid pace down the quay and dashed into the first side street he came to. His movement however was observed, as he soon be- came aware by the shouts, not a great distance behind him, of “Death to the Huguenot! Death to the Huguenot!” Turning his head as he ran, he saw that his pursuers must number at least a score, which was indeed the fact. Fortunately for them and unfortunately for their prey, Griffo and his companions had stumbled upon Count Lemours and his friends, who were still pursuing the search. All thought of making a stand at once vanished from the chevalier’s mind. The numbers of his pursuers were far too great for him to do so with any hope of success, | There was but one thing to be done—to find some place of asylum. But where? He darted down a side street, doubled and came back upon the quay again. But the stratagem was not a success. His would-be captors were still at his heels, not two hundred yards away. He found himself in front of an imposing mansion, with armorial bearings above the deor which showed that it belonged to one of the nobility. CoORMielooolkS (<() im ==>