A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 196: what you’re looking at

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’ 192 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. then the gypsy turned into a garden, surrounded by a crumbling wall. “Step carefully, monsieur,” he said, and the warning was needed, for the pathway was overgrown with weeds and littered with rubbish. A few minutes’ walk brought them to what seemed to be an unfinished house. The gypsy descended a step or two to a door leading to the basement. He rapped once and then twice, with a quick staccato movement. “No one is here. They are late,” he said, and draw- ing a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and threw it open. ‘ste “Enter, monsieur,” hesaid. “Thisisasure asylum.” Raoul obeyed and found himself in pitchy darkness. But only for a moment. Ismael produced flint and steel, and soon two candles were lighted, emitting a feeble light. The chevalier looked around him in bewilderment. It was a poor place enough—a sort of cellar, roughly furnished with a deal table and half a dozen rudely - constructed chairs. The gypsy went to a cupboard and brought forth bread, cheese, and a bottle of wine. “Eat,” he said. “ You must be faint.” De Puycadére was only. too glad to comply, but his curiosity was excited as to how the Bohemian had man- aged to pass the watch, and, as he ate, he interrogated him on the point. , Ismael smiled. “It was very easy. ‘There was nothing miraculous about it,” he said. ‘“ Monsieur le Chevalier has friends in high places as well as in low. Before attempting Gomicbooksscc in