A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 35: what you’re looking at

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GABRIELLE, 3r manner, “ but the fact is this. All his servants having been massacred and his money stolen, monsieur may have need of temporary accommodation. If my poor inn will serve him, all that I have is at his disposal.” “But I haven’t a maravedi.” “That is well understood. Monsieur can pay at his convenience.” Raoul hesitated. He felt a little spasm of shame to impose thus upon the good woman. And yet what was he todo? At that moment, a fugitive breeze brought to his nostrils a delicious whiff from the kitchen of the Rising Sun, and he realized that he was hungry, un- deniably hungry. This decided him. After all, as Rose said, it was but a temporary accommodation, and his fortune once made he would repay her an hundred- fold. The spirits of the Gascon were rising, and once more he believed in his star. So he thanked the little woman, accepted her prof:- fered hospitality with an appropriate mixture of effusive- ness and dignity, and followed her to a little table be- neath an awning to the right of the entrance to the inn. The place was screened from the observation of the passers-by by an arrangement of palms and climbing vines trained over a trellis-work; but to any one seated beneath the awning, all that went on in the Place Royale was plainly visible through the leaves. Here Raoul threw himself down, and, while Rose bustled away to make preparations for the entertain- ment of her guest, lazily gave himself up to enjoying the anticipation of the good thing's to come. When one is twenty-five, in perfect health, with a good sword at one’s side, what matters an empty purse? It is folly to indulge in gloomy forebodings. ~_™ Connilelooo S (c©)