Cadets of Gascony: Two stories of old FranceStevenson, Burton Egbert
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Cadets of Gascony: Two stories of old France
Stevenson, Burton Egbert
Gascony (France) -- Fiction
V.--M. RIBAUT IS OBDURATE 266
VI.--RIBAUT PLAYS A CARD 276
VII.--I AM FORTUNATE IN FINDING A NEW FRIEND 284
VIII.--I KEEP AN APPOINTMENT 292
IX.--A DESCENT INTO A CESSPOOL 299
X.--MÈRE FOUCHON SCORES 309
XI.--TORTURE 316
XII.--A CHILD OF THE NIGHT 329
XIII.--A NIGHT OF AGONY 339
XIV.--GREATER LOVE THAN MINE 350
XV.--TO THE CHURCH OF ST. LANDRY 358
XVI.--M. D’ARGENSON’S COUP 370
ENVOY 377
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Oh, but he was a man!--a match for both of us almost _Frontispiece_
She came to me shyly 22
My bonds fell from me 98
Who, looking deep into her eyes, could have lacked inspiration? 250
“I forbid the marriage” 372
MARSAN
A ROMANCE OF THE MIDI
CHAPTER I
I CHANCE UPON AN ADVENTURE
IT was at the corner of the Rue Gogard that I saw her first. You may,
perhaps, recall the place, if you know Montauban. A great barrack of a
building, time-stained and neglected, blocks the way as one turns into
it from the Rue Pluvois. Before the house is a high wall, pierced by
a single gateway. The door is of oak, four inches thick and heavily
barred with iron,--Vincennes has few stronger,--wherefrom it may be
seen that he who built the structure was a man who had his enemies.
The door held my eye, as I turned the corner, by its very massiveness,
and just as I reached it, it was flung open with a crash, and a girl
rushed into the street. She stopped as she saw me standing there, and
my hat was sweeping the pavement as I caught her eyes on mine.
“You seem a man of honor,” she said, and pressed her hand against her
breast as though to calm the beating of her heart.
“A thousand thanks, Mademoiselle,” I answered, and I saw that even the
stark emotion which possessed her could not bemask the beauty of her
face. “Believe me, I shall be most happy to prove it.”
“You have a sword?” she asked, still eying me with attention.
I threw back my cloak and touched the hilt.
“And know how to use it?”
“Try me, Mademoiselle,” I said simply.
The color swept back into her face and her eyes narrowed with sudden
resolution.
“Then follow me, Monsieur,” she said, and turned back through the
gateway.
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