A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 140: what you’re looking at

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136 GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, between hope and fear as to the fate of her Huguenot lover. No word had come from him, but finally on the fourth day her heart was lightened by a note from Queen Marguerite (who, even in the midst of her own troubles found time to think of her friends), telling her that she had learned from Ambrose Pare of the chevalier’s safety. A prayer of thanksgiving went up from the young girl’s heart, but her peace of mind was destined to be of but short duration. Not an hour after receiving word from the queen she was summoned to her aunt’s apartment, there to meet the frowning face of her cousin Hector. There in the presence of the distressed duck he gave a garbled account of his meeting with De Puyca- dére and produced Gabrielle’s handkerchief, which the reader will remember was torn from the chevalier’s arm by the sword of the vicomte. “As your guardian, I demand an explanation,” said De Vrissac, after he had completed his story, “an ex- planation as to how your handkerchief came into pos- session of this beggarly adventurer.” Gabrielle had turned cold with horror at the account of the chevalier’s disappearance, until she remembered that the queen had said that he was safe the night before. At her cousin’s words, all the pride of her race rose up within her, and she faced the angry vicomte with her dainty head upreared and her eyes looking fearlessly into his. “No adventurer!” she said, “but of blood equal to our own, a De Puycadére, and equerry to the King of Navarre.” Comicbooks;com