A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 40: what you’re looking at

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36 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. duenna. The color returned in an even more vivid flush than usual to her cheeks, but the splendor of her eyes was veiled by drooping lids, as she replied mod- estly: : “Chevalier, accept my thanks. Without your timely aid, I shudder to think what might have happened.” ““And she!” put in Dame Brigitte, still puffing from her unwonted exertions, “she, a maid of honor to the Queen of Navarre!’ Raoul started. A maid of honor! They were standing a little in front of a balcony that jutted out from the second story of the tavern, but none of them perceived a dark-visaged man who at this mo- ment stepped out upon the platform from one of the windows. It was the Vicomte de Vrissac, who, heated with the wine he had drunk, had left his companion to flirt with a pretty serving-maid, while he sought a breath of fresh air. 3 As he caught sight of the group below him, he uttered an exclamation of mingled surprise and anger. “You are a soldier, chevalier?’ ventured Gabrielle, timidly, each word being distinctly audible to the lis- tener above. “I was for five years in Flanders, mademoiselle, where I fought under the orders of the Prince of Lor- raine.”’ With a gesture of rage, De Vrissac turned and dis- appeared through the window. By this time, Raoul, who had been a little timorous at first, had recovered something of his native assurance. “TI heard your duenna say, mademoiselle, that you were attached to the person of the Queen of Navarre,” he said, feasting his eyes upon the loveliness of the girl before him, and becoming each moment more and more Comichooks (<(@)