A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 161: what you’re looking at

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a IN FROCK AND COWL, 157 “Go, go, my son,” he said quickly, again simulating the accents of age. “And keep the purse. It may stay thy fingers from cutting one.”’ “ Adieu, holy father,” snarled Goujon, still keeping a safe distance. “ We shall meet again where not even frock and cowl shall protect you.” And he strode away, but there was an evil glare of triumph in his little ferret-like eyes, which, had Raoul seen, would have served as a further warning to him. As it was, the chevalier was far from being at ease. Did the villain suspect? He feared so; and then there was the reward to quicken his zeal. Five hundred crowns! Raoul glanced up at the paper affixed to the column. “Mordiou!” he thought. “His Majesty of France values the poor Huguenot at a good round sum!” “Hist! Monsieur—I mean, holy father.” It was Mirza, the Tzigana. “ Have you seen her?” she whispered. “Yes. I shall go to the water gate in half an hour.” “T will be there, monsieur, in case of danger, and with those who are determined to avert it.” Before Raoul could reply, she was gone. He adjusted his gown and prepared to depart for the quay. But, before he could take a step, the square seemed as if by magic to fill with people, and a platoon of soldiers advanced on the run. Behind them, puffing and blowing, came Sergeant Goujon. . Before the chevalier could realize what was about to happen, Goujon had run up the steps of the pillar, and was yelling at the top of his voice: “Comrades! Citizens! And all good Catholics! Seize the heretic!” Comichoo S (©)