A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 95: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IX. THE DEATH-KNELL. OveERCOME with horror at the revelation which had just been made to him, but still with but one thought in his mind—the salvation of the admiral,—Raoul ran at full speed until he reached the alley which was the short cut to the Rue des Fosseés. Here he was brought to a stop by a man apparently a sentinel, who lowered his arquebuse and barred the way. “The watchword, comrade!” “ Guise,” cried De Puycadére, imagining that on such a night this would be the most natural password. And his instinct proved true. For after a scrutiny which showed the white badges the sentinel lowered his weapon with a brief: “Pass, comrade! Death to the Huguenots!” And Raoul, too breathless to reply, sped down the dark alley. Stumbling over the rough pavement, he finally emerged into the better lighted Rue des Fossés. scarcely had he passed the corner, when the sharp crack of a pistol saluted his ears, responded to almost on the moment by one deep note boomed forth from the tower of the neighboring church. The signal! Was there yet time, or would he be too late? As if by magic, the street was filled with a surging Eomichbooks (€(©)