D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 301: what you’re looking at

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282 The Marplot. Taking the pistol from Jacinta and thrusting it into his elt, he said to her, in a low voice: “We are beset !” “And Don Juan will be walking right into the thick of them! What are we to do?” “A great deal; and you can do much of tt.” She was so brave, proud and eager that he knew he had a promising acolyte. “The duchess being safe above stairs, let us save the duke.” “But these traitors will not let me pass!” “Yes, they will, thinking that you go—not to warn my lord, but to bring up your brother’s regiment to take the prize. Say that Count What’s-His-Name has ar- ranged all and that you acquiesce in your brother’s wishes !” “But they will still wait for the duke 4 “Say the is here—slipped in by another way!” “The duke is here ?” “His clothes are; you yourself said it; and the clothes make the man—why not the king?” “Inventive rogue that you are!” “Would I look the king?” “In my eyes you are a demigod! In that closet, all laid out, complete to the shoe buckles! But you won’t let the coronation suit overexcite you, will you?” “At times even Gascons are cool!” “Oh, Heaven watches over us!” “T prefer Olympus ” “Why, you ‘heathen ?” “Because that had Cupid in it!” “Love be our guard, then!” “The countersign, and you pass!” and, seizing her hand, he kissed it. She fluttered away, and, composing herself at the door, entered among the cross-plotters, calm and radiant. “The count?” queried they, rising hotly, for the con- spirator stands on coals. “It is done! Don Juan is in our hands!” “The duke?” “And tthe duchess. He joined her by the other way— GoOmicbooks (E(@) im