A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 88: what you’re looking at

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$4 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY., aught else of love save love itself does not deserve to be loved.” A torrent of rapturous words rushed to Raoul’s lips, but their flow was interrupted by the appearance be- tween the curtains of a page, who announced that the queen was about to retire and demanded the presence of Mademoiselle de Vrissac. “Say to her majesty I will join her instantly,” re- plied Gabrielle. “One moment,” pleaded Raoul, as the page departed. “When shall I see you again?” Gabrielle started, and for the first time her thoughts turned toward her aunt and her cousin, the vicomte. What would her guardians say to a Huguenot suitor? A Huguenot! Ah! And aniron hand seemed to grasp her heart as she remembered the maudlin confidences of Paul de Bassompierre. Whathadhesaid? “ Within four and twenty hours Paris will be gay at the death- dance of the heretics.” Then Raoul, her lover,—yes and the man that she loved with the whole strength of her virgin heart—was in danger! But the duke had said too that all who wore a white cross on their hat and a white scarf on their arm were safe. There was no time to lose. The queen even now might be impatient. Under the chevalier’s wondering eyes she tore her handkerchief with feverish haste into _ the rude semblance of a double cross, and snatching up Raoul’s hat from where it lay on the window-seat, she deftly fastened it in the front. Then turning to the bewildered young man, she caught the other handkerchief which he still held in his hands and tied it about his arm just above his elbow. “There is no time for explanation,” she said, raising (COMMIELOCO KS (€()