D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 315: what you’re looking at

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296 The Last Card. full of the officers’ accounts. Well, my fellow-townmen have treated me more creditably.” “They would.” “They made me a watchman, because I pulled the ears of a boy who tried to run away with my till. They made me a captain of the watch, a civic guard, a sergeant! Your majesty capped all by making me a captain!” “T said colonel—seeing your merit i “Colonel is better—but if you were to raise me to greater eminence “ “Why not? I fear that modesty is your glaring defect! To be commensurate with your deserts, a commandership of your town militia i “Oh, you overload me, sire!” “T do not see why! what does the alien do? appoint aliens to the chief posts. Now, if I were ruling, I should amend all that! A Lisbonite, respected by his fellows, who have known him from a babe, that is the man to com- pel order in the wards—he could rule with a simple cane in hand “The fact is, some men by their presence “The only drawback is that, in this tent,’ moaned D’Artagnan, “I am without the power v “Alas! But what is that hubbub?” “It is for you to learn, or shall I man easily moved toward the opening. The vacillating town guardsman spoke with the sentry at the doorway. 93 ” and the French- “Why, sire, your squire has been stopped by the ~ Spanish “Provoking !” “But he produced a paper and they “Let him pass?” “No; a superior officer runs up and reads it “What can it be that Porthos is supplied with?” “Oh, it is an order to the citadel governor!” “My squire, with an order to ‘ “From the vice-queen; it bids him ‘Capitulate!’ Oh, they will abandon the last post of the fort!” “Porthos is right! this is a land of magic!’’ muttered the musketeer, not having heard anything of Porthos’ ad- venture, and his saving Margarita of Savoy. 39 CORNICE OOOLKS (€(0) m 4 ee ea ee — gee