A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 160: what you’re looking at

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156 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. the same time disengaging himself from the sergeant’s unwelcome clutch. But Goujon was not so easily to be gotten ridof. He made another grab at the frock, and demanded with swaggering impertinence: “Not for you, most reverend sir; and why not, pray?” “Begone!” exclaimed Raoul, impatiently, vainly en- deavoring to pass. “What! a monk and refuse good wine!” snickered his tormentor. ‘A monk and care nothing for a pair of bright eyes and a neat-turned ankle! You are a dis- grace to beads and breviary! You are a shame to your order!” , Raoul shook roughly off the detaining hand upon his shoulder. His anger was rapidly rising, but he man- aged to contain it sufficiently to continue the use of the assumed voice as he said: “You miserable rascal! Let me pass, or——” “Rascal!” interrupted Goujon, clapping his hand to his sword-hilt with a vast show of bravado, but still with something of the sneak peeping through it all. “Rascal! I am Annibal Goujon, sergeant of the king’s musketeers and terror of the Huguenots! My soldiers know me as the best friend of the grave-diggers!—a wader in gore!—a blood-drinker! When my sword is out, men turn their backs, and the only thing my enemy refuses to show me is his face!” And he plucked at the cowl as if toraise it. The chevalier stepped back, but it was too late. The ser- geant had obtained a glimpse of his face, and recoiled in open-eyed astonishment and fear. The chevalier saw the danger, and sought too late to rectify his mistake. (E(@) im =) Comicbooks