A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 151: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVI. IN FROCK AND COWL, “You are mad, Master Raoul, you are mad, thus to thrust your head within the lion’s jaws! Here you are safe, but nowhere else in this accursed city of Paris!” The speaker was Simon Beppa, the landlord of the “Green Dragon,” and the person addressed Raoul de Puycadere, who, in the dress of a Cordelier monk, a brown robe fastened with a rope around the waist, stood listening with an obstinate smile about his lips. It was a strange place the two men were in—the cellar of a house which had long since been razed to the ground. A flight of crumbling steps led down to it from the quay, and one side had been knocked away to give access to the river. The walls were reeking with green slime, and ever and anon a frightened rat darted across the uneven floor and sped away into the darkness. Yet, such as it was, it was a place of refuge for the hunted Huguenot. After the terrible revelation which had been made to him in the duchess’ palace, Raoul had staggered forth from the presence of the woman he loved, knowing nothing and caring less of what might become of him, As he made his way along the silent quay, more dead than alive, his senses in a maze, he was roused from his GComichbooks (¢@)