A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 194: what you’re looking at

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190 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, He glanced across the river. Yes, in less time than that! Torches were already flashing hurriedly along the water-side. But just at that moment a man darted out from an ~ alley-way and seized his arm. “Have no fear,” he said, as the chevalier started back in alarm. “It is I, oan Ismael the Bohemian. Quick! quick! ‘There is no time to lose!” And he flung a dilapidated cloak over the Gascon’s wet garments, and thrust a ragged hat into his hand, bidding him to pull it down well over his face. “ Now, follow me!” The Bohemian plunged back into the dark passage- way from which he had emerged, and Raoul hurried after him, keeping close upon his footsteps. Twisting and turning they went on at a rapid pace, the gypsy evidently well acquainted with the way, for he never hesitated for an instant. “Courage, monsieur,” he said at last, looking back over his shoulder. “ We are almost there.” Hardly were the words out of his mouth, when a loud “Halt! Who goes there?” brought them both to a standstill. Raoul clapped his hands to the dagger Pharos had given him and drew it from his belt. “For the love of heaven, monsieur, put back that weapon!” said the gypsy, in a quick whisper. “It is the watch!” éé So a “Hush! Leave it tome! I answer for your safety on my life!’ The chevalier knew that his guide was faithful, and yet it was with great reluctance that he returned the dagger to his belt. —_ nd ‘ GEomichbooks7co