A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 90: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VIII. THE EVE OF SAINT BARTHOLOMEW. PuzzLep as he was, what could Raoul de Puycadére do but consent? And no sooner was the promise given than Gabrielle was forced to hasten away to join the queen. With the sunshine of her presence vanished, the chev- alier had no desire to linger further at the Louvre. It was very late, and he had a long journey back to Saint Germain. Drawing his cloak over the white badge upon his arm, and holding his hat pressed against his side so as to conceal the cross, he traversed the throne room, which was now thinning rapidly, as their maj- esties of Navarre had already taken their departure. As he neared the door, he suddenly became aware of a group of courtiers gathered together only a pace or two away. He raised his eyes and met the gaze of a dark, sinister-looking man, a gaze of infinite hatred and ma- lignancy. He recognized him at once; it was the man with whom he had quarreled at Saint Germain, the cousin and guardian of Gabrielle. | Involuntarily De Puycadére paused, but, as the vi- comte made no movement, he contented himself with a respectful salutation to the group, and passed out of the door, down the staircase, and into the street. The place in front of the Louvre was almost deserted now, presenting a strong contrast to the scene Raoul had witnessed upon his arrival at the palace. Gomicbooks (€(@) im =>