A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 158: what you’re looking at

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154 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. face of the duchess, growing sterner and harder as she listened. Her lins moved, and Raoul saw rather than heard the words: “Dead or alive! Dead! ay, far better dead, for my son shall be avenged.” The duchess, preceded by her servants, moved away, and the graceful, sad-eyed girl, who followed her, was now close at Raoul’s side. He rose to his feet, and, raising his cowl with one hand so as to show his face, breathed the word: “ Gabrielle!” “Raoul!” And Mademoiselle de Vrissac, pale as marble, paused, her startled eyes resting upon his face. “One word! But one!” he pleaded. “I must speak to you.”’ But Mademoiselle de Vrissac, her hand pressed con- vulsively to her heart, made no response. “T will be at the water gate of the Bassompierre gar- dens within half an hour,” continued Raoul, with rapid and passionate entreaty. “Will you meet me, Gabri- elle? Will you? I must speak to you. I must. Do not deny me! It is my last request, my last.” “Your last,’””» murmured Gabrielle, faintly. “Listen,” replied the chevalier, bitterly. And as if uttering words of doom, the voice of the crier fell upon their aching hearts: “Five hundred crowns for the arrest of Raoul, Chev- alier de Puycadére, dead or alive.” Gabrielle shuddered. “You will meet me,” and he endeavored to take her hand. But she withdrew it hastily, and with a slight gesture of warning, whispered: “The duchess!” GComichooks (E(o)