The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
"Thank you, Louis," he said, "thank you, though your caution, believe
me, is unnecessary. You will see that I act as calmly and as
reasonably, that I speak as quietly and as peacefully as the most
earnest Catholic could desire. Heaven forbid," he added, "that I
should say one word, or make one allusion to any thing that could
farther excite the passions of the people than they are likely to be
excited already. Civil strife, Louis, is the most awful of all things
so long as it lasts, and seldom, very seldom if ever obtains the end
for which it first commenced. But even if I did not think so," he
added in a lower voice, "I know that the Protestants of France have no
power to struggle with the force of the crown, unless--" and his voice
fell almost to a whisper, "unless the crown force upon them the
energetic vigour of despair."
The two had paused while they thus spoke, and while they heard the
murmuring sounds of the people coming up the hill from the right hand,
the noise of several persons running could be distinguished on the
other side, and turning round towards the postern, the Count saw that,
thanks to the care and foresight of Maître Jerome, a great number of
his domestics and attendants were coming up at full speed to join him,
so that when he again advanced, he was accompanied by ten or twelve
persons ready to obey without hesitation or difficulty the slightest
command that he should give. As there was no telling the turn which
events might take, he was not sorry that it should be so; and as he
now advanced towards the centre of the square the sight of his
liveries instantly attracted the attention of the people, and he was
recognised with joyful exclamations of "The Count! The Count!"
Gladness was in every face at his approach, for the minds of the
populace were in that state of anxious hesitation, in which the
presence and direction of any one to whom they are accustomed to look
up is an absolute blessing. Taking off his hat and bowing repeatedly
to every one around him, speaking to many, and recognising every one
with whom he was personally acquainted with a frank and good-humoured
smile, the Count advanced through the people, who gathered upon his
path as he proceeded, till he reached the top of the hill, and
obtained a clear view of what was passing below.
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