D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 238: what you’re looking at

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A Talk Over Sword Blades. 223 “He wrongly directed me to go to the right——” ‘That is little 4 ‘And told me to keep to the right!” + fig ye “No; I have the right to right the insult by sending him to the right-about at the first chance!” “sir, I can use my left hand,” said the stranger, proudly, and to show he was two-handed he began bind- ing up the wound with his left hand. But D’Artagnan intervened, and finished the dressing with tenderness and much surgical skill. He did not for- get that Jacinta had urged him to be merciful toward the provoking stranger. “Really, your courtesy is not out of a common jar!” ‘Now, put your hand in your doublet where I have undone a lace! so, so! There it is like in a sling. If possible, make no movement of the disabled arm, and hie you home. Give me your address and I will send you a leech, if | have to knock at all the doors in the town.” “My own household will content me. You will find nothing surprising in my wish to know the gallant whom I encountered. I am not a stranger to any citizen, hav- ing town house and manor without the walls. There is some merit in having dealt a sword stroke to the colonel of the King’s Light Horse Regiment of Loyal Portu- guese. I am Don Jorge de Marianda, Count, and Lord of Floriador.” “Floriador! the mischief!” muttered D’Artagnan, the scales falling. ‘Her brother, by all that is red!” “Her brother!’ echoed Porthos, too deeply astonished to speak above his breath. “Colonel Jorge, the Count of Marianda,” repeated D’Artagnan. “Well, is not this the most singular event since Orson recognized Valentine at court? It is need- less to say that I am the bear, while your lordship is the knight,” went on the Gascon with that honeyed loquac- ity which made him at times the bond between good fel- lows. All this to the stupor of our good Porthos, who had known duelists to be reconciled, but not so heartily as on this occasion. “What is singular?” faltered he. CORNICE OOOKS (C(O)