A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 98: what you’re looking at

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94 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. thisy and had almost reached the house of the admiral, when his headlong career was rudely checked by the appearance directly in his path of a soldier in the uni- form of the Swiss guard, who stepped out from the shadow of a portico. “ Halt!” Too excited to remember watchword or excuse, the chevalier without a moment’s hesitation attacked his challenger. The fight was brief, for although Raoul received a slight cut across the forehead, he was too good a swordsman for his antagonist, and, in shorter - time than it takes to tell it he had run the latter through the body. The Swiss uttered a loud shriek and fell prone upon the pavement. Thrusting the body aside with his foot, Raoul ran madly on. During the delay, the mob had entered the street. The red glare of the torches made a path as if of blood before him, and the footsteps and yells of the pursuing crowd, which could not be more than three hundred yards away, gave him wings. .The blood from his wound was trickling down his face and half blinding him. His gasping breath came in a hoarse rattle from his chest. At last! The entrance of the admiral’s house was before him. In desperation he flung himself against the door and beat with both hands upon the panels. “Open!” he screamed hoarsely. “Open, in the king’s name!” Nearer and nearer came the frenzied rabble. Would the door never be opened? Then, just as he was yield- ing to despair, the clank of chains and the rattle of bolts fell upon his ear and the heavy portals swung 'comicbooks (<(0)