A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 192: what you’re looking at

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188 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. hand, warding off with his feet the rough projections of the stonework. “Peste! There is no light!” said Griffo, wheeling suddenly, before Mirza could divine his attention. The first thing his eyes fell upon was the swaying figure of the chevalier, now nearly on a level with the parapet and distinctly visible in the moonlight. “The Huguenot! The Huguenot!” he yelled, and, snatching up his arquebuse, he levelled it at the escap- ing prisoner. But, thanks to Mirza’s foresight, the piece flashed in the pan. Dashing down the worthless weapon with a furious imprecation, Griffo pushed the gypsy girl roughly aside, and rushed toward the rope which connected with the alarm bell. | Clang! clang! clang! crashed out the brazen notes. Splash! Raoul had dropped into the river. And before the soldiers, who came flying out of the guard- room, could ascertain what was the matter, he had struck out lustily for the opposite shore. GComichbooks co