A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 164: what you’re looking at

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160 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. The old lady was full of forebodings, but she was too devoted to her young mistress and too accustomed to yield to her imperious will to say her nay. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed, and still no sign of the chevalier! The sun was already low in the heavens, and the trees threw heavy shadows across the somewhat gloomy garden. Tortured by anxiety and fear, Gabrielle paced rest- lessly up and down the walk which led from the house to the water-gate. Three-quarters of an hour! What had happened? At last Dame Brigitte ventured to remonstrate. “Tf the duchess should discover your absence——” _ Gabrielle sighed. Yes, it was useless to remain longer. And yet, she would give half her life to know that the chevalier was in safety. “You are right, nurse,” she said, seamen “T dare not linger.”’ But, before she could make a movement to return to the house, a figure glided from out the shadow of the trees, and confronted her in the rapidly increasing dusk, With a low cry, Gabrielle started back. “Do not be alarmed, gracious lathy said a woman’s voice. “Itis only I, Mirza the gypsy.’ On the return of the duchess from church, eroutl an oversight of the servants the gate of the garden had been left open, which gave an opportunity for Mirza, with Pharos and three or four of his companions, to slip in and conceal themselves in order to be in readi- ness should any danger threaten the chevalier. They had left the Grande Esplanade of the Louvre before the arrival of the soldiers, and therefoxe knew nothing of the Huguenot’s capture. GComichbooks (E(@)