D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 217: what you’re looking at

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204 A Waive. D’Artagnan frowned; never had his happy-go-lucky comrade spoken in this vein. “What is your meaning?” | “Then, I bring you news? On hearing that Don Juan had escaped the death-trap at that launching, King Philip assembled his notables, and they decided to put the duke out of the pale as a prince—any one may cut him down as a refugee from justice; the duchess is threatened with life imprisonment, and—and 3 “Go on.” “Named by name as an arch-priestess of sedition, Donna Jacinta is declared by Church and State a waive—"’ “A waifP” “A waive,” said the pronunciamento. “Much the same thing. Don Pinto de Ribiera, first secretary of the duke, who was at Oporto to welcome his master and assure him that the fox Soleiman had bought off all opposition, he explained it tome. A ‘waive, which poor Lady Jacinta has become in Spanish eyes, is a pariah, lower yet than the leper, the witch—oh, worse, my poor swain! for these are doomed to be killed at sight like vermin in a pre- serve; but a waive, Lord help us! she is to be let live, so that her punishment will come in this world, if it is life to be spurned when.she seeks for bread, or a truss of straw, or a drink of water! When freezing, the church disdains to warm the heretic!” D’Artagnan listened with such indignation that he was about to interrupt more than once; du Vallon’s fluency astonished him and his warmth endeared him. “What cruelty!” he exclaimed, looking terrible. ‘“‘Look you! I went into this quarrel as a soldier obeying my superior! Now, I will not take my hold off the lever until I shall have overheaved this heartless King Philip’s throne. On the ruins of bigot Spain I will set up my altar to love and insulted womankind!” “Not so loud! they are turning to listen to us! and this is not yet town-taken! Tassy ate fassy, as you said! Though, after all, where is the treason if we speak French P” “To war thus with women,” went on the musketeer: “savages in their snowy cloth and gold and purple! Eomicbooks.co m_