D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 140: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVIII. THE PHANTOM BELL. “Now, chevalier, what have you to say to me?” in- quired the princess. “I would I could say that all is well for Portugal and the hopes of those who love her; but since that Jew was dismissed, our fiduciary—alas! I wish we could guess that we may turn away golden angels from our door!” “What are you saying, sir?” “That, as far as my searches tell, poor Portugal can furnish nothing but men toward her becoming an inde- pendent state. For money she has to turn to other quar- ters.” “Yes; and always in vain “Not always! not vainly!’ “Then God be praised!” Proud though she was, she began to weep; those full, noiseless tears, seeing which, in Eve, Aidam took her hand and went out with her into the world. Through them, she said: “You are French—then, your kin “My noble monarch,” went on the Royal Musketeer, with lofty firmness, “through his first minister, sends his representative, not to be recognized yet—since the court he is accredited to exists not—to meet a banker in Por- tugal, or thereabouts—who will supply him with the means—the fuel to keep up the fire of revolution “Revolution ?” “And not revolt, mark you! The first portion of the funds is a million-and-a-half livres, being so many pesetas of silver!” “A million!” gasped the duchess, as deeply shaken as a common person by a windfall in proportion. ‘““And-a-half,” added the Frenchman, emphatically; “don’t forget the half-million—it will buy over a citadel governor or two!” She looked upward with joy, while her attendant looked !?? 93 CONNIE OOOKS (€(@)