A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 170: what you’re looking at

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166 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. “Who called for help just now?” she demanded. “Was it you, fellow?” “If your grace will pardon my insignificance, it was I,” replied Goujon, bowing with exaggerated humility. “And wherefore?” The sight of the burly serving-men had restored the sergeant to all his customary bravado. He puffed out his breast and tapped his sword-hilt significantly: “ Six as truculent ruffians, may it please your grace as—well, no matter, I am rid of them.” The duchess’ lip curled with intense scorn, as she said, haughtily: “T think I know your face. You are the man they call Sergeant Goujon—one who is noted for having a killing tongue, but a quiet sword. You were one of those who fed upon the too easy bounty of my son, my unfortunate son.”’ Even Goujon’s overweening vanity was not proof against the cutting severity of these words. But he still managed to keep a bold front, and replied, half brazenly, half sulkily: “ And therefore I have avenged him.” 6c You! ? “With this hand. His assassin is now in the prison of the Chatelet.” The duchess uttered a wild cry, a sort of savage Jo triumphe! Instantaneously, her whole manner changed. Her cold hauteur was gone, and in its place was a fran- tic eagerness. “ Raoul de Puycadére a prisoner! Is it possible?” “It was to bring your grace this news that I came here.” “You are sure?” EComicbooks Eo