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The Musketeer’s Warrant. 117 “Do you know the princess? but is my vision double? I see two of them, and both beauteous!” ‘My friend, I cannot think that both those dames were waited hither ‘by the storm, as they would not come from seaward—but, certainly you see, incredible as it be, her highness, Luisa, Duchess of Braganza!” “It’s a queenlike form!” “And that other, her alter ego “An altar angel! I understand your Latin now!” “Her confidante, her camertsta, as they say here! the Lady of Floriador ! 1" “But tthe Princess of Braganza is a leading lady at the Spanish Court—at the Escurial—her husband is a kind of vice-king to the shadowy Philip!” “Precisely so. But what brings her to my inn, in this out-of-way placer—it must be Providence!” Thinking of what Richelieu thad said about Providence, a new idea struck him. “Is this the envoy I was to meet? Pooh! she cannot bring money! poor as proud! Rather, the plotting duke needs more than they scrape together if he schemes to—Porthos, I begin to believe that when one is plucked from the deep, it is to be firmly placed on the highland! Fortune goes by “Fever! you are in fora fit! how flushed you are, and you tremble!” “Goes by extremes, I was going to say.” The seamen stood aloof, ashamed and puzzled at two swordsmen letting a couple of footmen daunt them and stay them from a reveling-house. “My lads, compose yourselves for a space. I promise you a skinful of wine, and bread and meat to ballast it. So, for your comrades! In the meantime, as I want to know the ground for operation, tell me your story, Porthos.” “Luckily, it is a brief’ one,” said the other French- man, buckling his belt a hole or two tighter and heaving a cavernous sigh, while fixing his eyes on the inn-mouth, “for I can never tell a long one without wetting the whistle. To begin with, I was in tedium, on one of my estates v “One of them? Happy dog!” “Being Du Vallon, De Bracieux Eomnicoookxs.¢ iin