A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 171: what you’re looking at

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“Il EXACT THE PRICE OF BLOOD.” 167 “Sure.” With blazing eyes, the duchess struck her hands to- gether in fierce exultation. ‘More welcome news you could not bring a bereaved mother! In the Chatelet, you say?” “In the Chatelet. My errand done, I return now to mount guard over him myself.” The duchess clutched his arm in a grasp that made him wince. “As you value my favor,” she almost hissed in her excitement, her heart bounding with ferocious joy at the thought of vengeance—“as you value my favor, guard him closely. You shall be rewarded, well re- warded, never fear. Go! go!” His object accomplished, Goujon hurried away, his ‘big sword clanking at his side. The duchess turned to the servants. ‘Prepare my litter,” she commanded, with a rapid and imperious gesture. “Bring your flambeaux and swords with you! I’ll to the Louvre at once!” She turned, and was about to enter the house, but before she could make a step, a white-robed figure darted out from the shadows, and throwing itself on its knees before her, seized her gown. “Aunt, aunt, you will not do this thing! hear me. Iimplore you! Have pity!” “Pity!” retorted the duchess. “And you speak to me of pity! Raoul de Puycadére is doomed! In defi- ance of my warning, he has remained to outface justice, and he shall pay the penalty.” “Madame! Madame!” “The assassin of my son isin the Chatelet! I want the assassin of my son!” “Pity! pity!” (C@) Comichbooks