A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 55: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER V. BORROWED PLUMES. RAOUL DE PuycaDERE moved uneasily, stretched his arms, yawned, and then opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep. He found himself lying upon a bed in a plain but comfortably furnished room. The curtains were drawn closely in front of the win- dows, shutting out every ray of light. For a moment he could not recollect where he was, _ and then like a flash it all came back to him—the leay- ing home, the attack on the highway, the gypsies, the little landlady, and—ah! Gabrielle! He leaped to his — feet and made sure that the precious handkerchief was safe. Henceforth, to work now, hands and brain! He had an object in view, an object far dearer and worthier than the mere conquering of place and fortune. How long had he slept? He had not the slightest idea. Upon re-entering the inn after the departure of Gabrielle and her companions, Madame Goujon had served him with what to a man in his famished condi- tion seemed a sumptuous repast, and then the good little woman had insisted upon his taking some repose, which in truth he was nothing loath to do after the rough treatment he had received from the highway robbers and the exciting events of the day. But now he was refreshed, the bruise on his forehead had ceased throbbing, and he was quite himself again. He hastily drew on his boots, which he had kicked CORNICE NOC) S (©)