A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 61: what you’re looking at

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BORROWED PLUMES. 57 coring him from the ruffians who had attacked him. “ But fortunately the sin of avarice is unknown to you, my dear Madame Goujon. So what the tight-fisted husband would refuse, his charming little wife will grant atonce. Eh? Yes? Will she not?’ The appealing smile which accompanied these words was too much for Rose’s scruples. She laughingly as- sented, and moved away toward a large armoire in one corner of the room, where were stored pledges of every description. The Tzigana caught Raoul’s hand, and before he could prevent her raised it gratefully toherlips. Then she hurried after Madame Goujon to obtain her treas- ures, her brown face beaming with the anticipated de- lights of the ball. | His appetite appeased, Raoul poured out a final glass of the excellent wine his kind hostess had set before him, and with that sense of well-being which a good dinner bestows upon every one, leaned back in his chair, and gazed absently out upon the square. It was already dusk, and lights were beginning to tremble here and there in the gloaming. Suddenly, Raoul’s ears were saluted by the tinkle of mandolins, and then, in musical male voices, rang out the words of the song he knew so well: “Non loin du pays de Gascogne, Mon pere avait un vieux chateau, Fierement se doublant dans 1’eau, Dans 1’eau verte de la Dordogne, Un soir d’été j’ai pris mon vol, Et j’ai fui la sombre tourelle! Mon aieul était rossignol, Ma grandmére était hirondelle! s,aoul had leaped to his feet and was leaning out over Eomichoo S (S@)