A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 20: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER II. SHADOWS BEFORE. “CorsLeu! Let them sing and shout while they may! By the corns of Saint Ursula, my name is not Annibal Goujon if some of the knaves do not dance to a different tune before this day week. Oh! shout for Navarre! Ere long you’ll have no tongues to cry ‘Vive’ to him and his beggarly crew! By sword and hilt, were I the Duke of Guise, I’d slit those same tongues now without further ado!” And the speaker, a stout, red-faced man, with little cunning eyes like those of a ferret, half drew the heavy long sword that dangled at his side, and with an oath clashed it back again into its scabbard. _ The pretty, dark-eyed little woman at his side started, and cast a half-fearful glance upon his crimson counte- nance. Accustomed as she was to her husband’s boast- ing as to deeds of prowess and bloodshed in which he had been or was to be the doughty hero, there was something in his manner now which boded more than his usual bravado. The pair were standing on the narrow platform of the hostelry known as “The Rising Sun,” in the Place Royale of the village of Saint Germain. Above their heads swayed slowly in the morning breeze the sign- board—the head of the young Duke of Guise, sur- rounded by a sunburst, golden rays stretching in all directions, Comicbooks (E() im