A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 92: what you’re looking at

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88 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. to a wished-for shore. I came borne upon the wings of Hope, my faithful Simon.” “T would it had blown you anywhere else,” retorted his companion grimly. ‘“ Have a care, Master Raoul. I fear r “Peste, good Simon! We Huguenots are no longer in danger-——” “Chut! chut!” interrupted Beppa in alarm, grasp- ing the chevalier’s cloak imploringly. “By blessed Saint Martin! Have acare, Master Raoul!” “Mordiou! he swears by the saints,” returned Raoul, laughing. ‘“ My father’s old Protestant steward! What new miracle is this!” : With every word, Beppa’s agitation and alarm seemed to increase. He took a fresh grip on the young man’s cloak, and said, almost in a whisper: “I go with the times, Master Raoul, and these are fearful ones. Take the advice of an old servant and well-wisher to the name of Puycadére, and just take horse again and put aten good leagues between you and this Papistical city of Paris!” : “Far from it! Here I remain! You know not, old blockhead, that I am equerry to the King of Navarre.” Simon started back, releasing the cloak, and in so doing exposing the white handkerchief bound about De Puycadére’s arm. “ Equerry to the King of Navarre!” heechoed. And then, as he caught sight of the snowy badge, he gasped and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head in astonish- ment. “What! You, a Protestant, wear this?” and he touched the handkerchief. “ Why not?” retorted Raoul, a little angrily. “Of course I am a Protestant.” “ But this badge?” GComicbooks Eo