A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 190: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

186 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, window, the sound of heavy footsteps was heard just without the door of the cell, and a coarse voice trolled forth: ‘With a clink and a clank, With a clink and a clank, Here’s more strength to the Catholic flail!” The chevalier and Pharos recoiled, and contemplated each other in blank consternation: In an instant, however, the gypsy had recovered his self-composure. : “It’s that bragging rascal, Goujon,” he said, in a hoarse whisper. ‘Quick, monsieur lace yourself p ’ ; y there.”’ And he pushed Raoul behind the door, so that he would be hidden by it when it should be opened. The key was already grating in the lock. For Pharos to seize the blanket, wrap himself in it, and throw himself upon the pallet as if asleep, was the work of but a moment. But he was none too soon. Scarcely was he in position than the heavy door swung inward, and Sergeant Goujon swaggered across the threshold. He cast his little red eyes about the cell, until they rested upor the figure reclining on the bed. “By the beard of Saint Bridget!’ he grunted, half aloud. “He sleeps! Sleeps as if there were no to- morrow and no Annibal Goujon.” Then, crossing the dimly lighted room, he approached the wretched pallet, and laid his hand roughly upon the . Shoulder of the supposed Huguenot. “Hola! my gentleman, arouse thee!” he bellowed. “TI bring you news! His Majesty is graciously pleased to shorten your suspense by some hours, and you are GEomicbooks co