Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 150 of 324
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The Duke of Braganza. 139 The woman skillfully ran the boat on the sands, per- fectly piercing the gloom. “Let the boat go hang!” cried the musketeer, ungrate- fully. “Out! Take his heels, while I his head! So, _ so! Steady, for we must carry him up to the Petrel for fire and soup!” | The fishwoman was stronger than he at the time. | They quickly ascended. Half-way up, D’Artagnan, with | Overbearing impatience, and counter to prudence, shouted: “Lights, lights! Blow up the fire! Get out wine and heat the soup! I bring a drowned man!” Humanity levels classes. In the case of the duchess, on sharp points as regarded her husband, she felt at- _ tracted to this unknown castaway. She and the other lady bustled like Quaqua and the fisherwoman in mak- ing the preparations which converted the cave into a hospital. The lackeys had sprung to relieve the captain and the woman, so that the insensible man was promptly brought within cover. Already a kind of bed was spread by the corner warmed best by the roaring fire. The fisherwoman returned to ~ her children. Hardly had the burden been laid on the couch, and D’Artagnan begun to comb back the hair, worn long, plastered over the face by slime from weeds, clotted blood and hardened salt, than he uttered a deep cry, as from his heart, making Porthos quake: “Don Juan! the hero of the trenches of Susa Pass!” At the name of Juan, although common enough, the duchess and her tiring-woman bent forward, and from their quivering lips arose simultaneously this ejaculation: “The Duke of Braganza!’—*“My husband!” The duchess fell upon the body, bedewed its pale, cold features with tears, and repeated the name between sobs. One could not define whether it was in pain or gratitude. “Juan! oh, my own Juan! my beloved Juan!” “T am ashamed to be here,” muttered Porthos, cough- ing’ “*Sdeath!” said his friend, in a hushed voice, “this is the finest fish ever caught in Las Salinas Cove!” COMIC OO! KS1e©