A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 18: what you’re looking at

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14 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, room, and an evil, covetous look gleamed for a moment in his eyes. Turning to his companion he uttered a few low, rapid words. Mirza was attentively examining the lines in the chevalier’s hand. Suddenly, she uttered a cry and, raising her head, beckoned to her companions. The others approached and joined in the examination, meanwhile talking volubly to one another in some strange, musical language. “Well, am I not to know your discovery?” asked Raoul, laughing. “Ah, monsieur,” said the girl named Mirza, “’tisa strange future the lines foretell, and a happy future too, unless——” and she hesitated. “Well, unless?” “Unless all is brought to a sudden ending.” “ A sudden ending?” “Yes, monsieur. There is much peril in store for you. If you survive, all will be well. But, whether you survive or not is beyond the gypsy’s lore to predict.” “Mordiou! With a good sword anda stout arm I’ll take the risk. And now, I’ll away. I’ve loitered too long already.” “Monsieur is not going to-night?” asked Mirza, with an anxious ring in her voice. “By my faith, Iam. I sleep in Creux to-night.” At these words, the two men at the other end of the room rose and passed hurriedly out of the cabaret. In another moment, the clatter of hoofs was heard without. “I beg monsieur not to go to-night,” insisted the Tzigana, with increasedearnestness. ‘ I—I am afraid.” “ Peste! my pretty one,” returned Raoul with careless confidence. “Raoul de Puycadére can take care of himself.” Comicbooks (<(@) im =