A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 41: what you’re looking at

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GABRIELLE, 37 fascinated. “Would you permit me to offer you my respects at the Louvre?” This was audacious in more senses than one, and so it - seemed to strike the young lady, for an amused smile played about her lips. But she contented herself with a low courtesy and a softly murmured: ‘“ Monsieur le Chevalier!” “This is quite enough. Letus go,” whispered Dame Brigitte, laying her hand upon the arm of her charge. “I shall then have the honor of asking you to dance with me a pavane,”’ said Raoul, boldly. “I——” But he was interrupted by a harsh voice at his elbow, demanding peremptorily: . “Pardon me, but by what right, I pray, do you pre- sume to address this lady?” Raoul turned quickly and found himself face to face with a man who was frowning upon him in only too evident anger. For a moment the two men eyed each other, and by one of those flashes of inspiration which come to us all at times, each recognized the other as an enemy and a stumbling-block in his path. | Then Raoul said calmly, as if not understanding the question: “I beg your pardon?” Before De Vrissac could speak, Gabrielle interposed. “ Hector,” she said quickly, “this stranger saved us just now from much annoyance at the hands of a band of scholars.” De Vrissac frowned more darkly than ever. “The service rendered, let him go on his way,” he declared, offensively. KRaoul’s eyes flashed and ‘he blood flushed crimson Comicboo S (SO)