A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 73: what you’re looking at

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rare A DANGEROUS GAME. 69 “Mademoiselle, I am in peril here. But you can aid to save me.” “I!” she faltered, overcome with astonishment. “Yes. I beseech you, ask no explanation. Deign only to be my pilot on this sea which I navigate for the first time.” “I—I don’t understand.” “Don’t try to understand, for the present. Do you see those three men standing near the doorway? ‘That gentleman on the left, the one with the long nose—who is he?” “M. de Chateauneuf.” “ And his chief quality?” Despite Mademoiselle de Vrissac’s amazement and curiosity, she could not refrain from a little laugh. “Why, he—he is always in love.” “lIunderstand. I know histype byheart. And that one with the fierce mustache?” “'M. de Montgiron.” “A soldier?” “Yes, talking always of the battle of Mons.” “Because he was never there. Exactly. And that other with the melancholy eyes?” “'M. de Brantéme, a writer.” “Thanks, mademoiselle. Forgive me, you shall understand all, a//, before the evening is over.” And with a low bow and a last look, which brought the blushes to her cheeks, he turned and moved away in the direction of the group they had been discussing, leaving the young lady completely mystified and, it must be confessed, a trifle piqued as well. As he approached the young men, one of them ad- vanced a little and addressed him first: Gomicbooks (¢©@)