A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 38: what you’re looking at

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34 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. “Oh! a fig for the duchess!” retorted Mademoiselle Gabrielle gayly. And then, with sudden compunction, “No, I did not mean that! The good duchess!” “Oh! mademoiselle, you will be the death of me!” But Gabrielle made noreply. Her attention was ab- sorbed by the approach of aseller of little plaster images, who was surrounded by a laughing swarm of students. “Images! Images!” the vender was crying. “‘ Here you have them! A figure of the Wandering Jew con- demned to march and never stop until the world comes toanend. A sou forthe Jew! Asou! A sou!” “Give me one!” cried one of the students. “And me!” “And me!” “A Jew for me!” “Oh! I want one!” whispered Gabrielle to her old attendant. Dame Brigitte raised her hands in terrified dismay. As soon as she could recover her breath, she protested vehemently, but in too low a tone for Raoul to hear: “Don’t think of such a thing, mademoiselle. What! you, a De Vrissac, a maid of honor to Queen Margue- rite!” Gabrielle’s low, silvery laughter made music in the young chevalier’s ears. “Thank you for reminding me of that, dear Dame Brigitte,” she said. “I will buy another one for the queen.” And before the astounded old woman could prevent her, she stepped forward, and, unloosing the fastenings of a dainty little purse, she cried to the peddler: “Give me two!” At the sound of her voice, the students turned, and in an instant the whole scene was changed. (EOMMIE CO KS (E(@)