A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 152: what you’re looking at

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148 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. abstraction by a light touch upon the arm, and, raising his eyes, he saw before him the gypsy girl, Mirza, at- tended by her lover, Pharos. “Monsieur, why are you here?” she said, timorously. “Tt is not safe, oh, it is not safe! Come with me, mon- sieur, I implore you.” Raoul locked at her with blank eyes, but made no reply. He did not resist, however, the gentle pressure of her hand, but allowed himself to be led to the cellar by the river-side, which wretched place served as a temporary abode for the Tzigani. Once here, he sank down upon a pile of sacks, and, worn out by all he had passed through that day, almost immediately sank into a deep and dreamless sleep. When he awoke, the morning was far advanced, and, refreshed as he was, his splendid vitality reasserted it- self, and things looked by no means so dark as they had done. After all, where was he so much to blame? His ad- versary had been killed in a fair duel, and entirely through the fault of his own impetuosity. If Gabrielle loved him, she would surely forgive. But, one thing he was resolved—he would see her at all costs before leaving for La Rochelle. There were still twenty-four hours before him ere he was to start on the king’s mission. ‘The packet and his little store of gold, which had been sewn into his doub- let, were safe. ‘But how could he bring about an interview with Gabrielle? After much cogitation, he finally decided to take Mirza into his confidence. The gypsy girl, excited and greatly flattered, prom- ised to do all in her power, and would loiter about the {l0tel de Bassompierre all the day in order to try to oe Comichoo S (<(o in