A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 155: what you’re looking at

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IN FROCK AND COWL, 151 I feel strongly, and, though we do not worship at the same altar, I will pray for you and fer.”’ With a twinge of honest shame, the chevalier thrust his purse back into his doublet, and, taking the little dark hand, he raised it respectfully, almost humbly, to his lips. In another moment he was gone. With bent head, cowl drawn well down over his eyes and his hands hidden in the sleeves of his gown, he proceeded slowly down the quay, until he reached the Grande Esplanade of the Louvre. It was a féte day, and the splendid square was thronged. The beggars and gypsies, among whom Raoul recognized Pharos and Ismael, were reaping a rich harvest. The chevalier threaded the maze, the people making way right and left for the monk, until he came to the church of Saint Germain 1’ Auxerrois, upon the steps of which he seated himself with bowed head, as if ab- sorbed in pious meditation. From the open door of the church came the melan- choly notes of the dirge for the dead, and the solemn Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis! mingled with the gay Hola! Zi! za! Hola! of the gypsy dance, forming a strange and bizarre effect. Close to the church, at the right of where Raoul was sitting, was a stone pillar on a sort of platform consist- ing of two steps. This pillar was one of those from which proclama- tions were delivered and then afterward attached. Suddenly the roll of a drum and the flourish of a Eomicboo S (E(©)