A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 72: what you’re looking at

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68 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. “Tt is not he!” “Ma foi, no! He is at the point of death.” Here was danger in the very beginning. These young men evidently knew the real ambassador, and were the deception discovered before he could present himself to the King of Navarre, the audacious chevalier stood an excellent chance of being summarily ejected from the presence chamber. The young men were apparently about to address him, but before he could formulate a plan of procedure a fortunate interruption took place. | A slender, graceful figure stepped hastily toward him, and Raoul looked once more upon that radiant face which had haunted his vision, sleeping and waking, for the past twenty-four hours. | Her robe of white satin revealed the charming con- tours of her snowy neck and rounded arms, and the masses of her golden hair were piled high above her forehead and adorned with a chaplet of pearls. Raoul caught his breath and, forgetting all else, eagerly drank in her exquisite beauty until the violet orbs fell beneath the passionate ardor of his gaze. Then, remembering himself, he murmured: | “I have kept my promise.” She smiled a little and answered gently: “I was not mistaken. It is really you.” “Really I.” : “ But how did you manage to obtain an entrance?” These words recalled to Raoul the danger of his posi- tion, and forced him to realize that this was no moment for soft dalliance. After a quick glance at the group of three, who were apparently waiting an opportunity to ad- dress him, he moved a step nearer to the one he knew as yet only as Gabrielle, and said hurriedly, in a low voice: Comicbooks (E(@)