D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 69: what you’re looking at

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60 A New Bidder. up the sail-like tapestry still farther and ranged himself beside its stiff folds. The mantled and hooded woman stepped past him. Thus he was allowed to see, a little farther out in the obscurity, two or three large and handsome mules, to which his was a caricature, caparisoned richly by the glint of metal adornments; they were held by two or three tall fellows, in gray livery; they held staves, which, in his eyes, resembled spears. “This is not only a fine, but a great lady,” thought the present holder of the title to the Petrel, seeing this guard. “We never know what angels we may entertain; but, assuredly, I did not dream that Pedro had visitors of this quality.” “Good-evening, Senor Pedro Bitts!’’ began the in- truder, walking up to the table and the candle, as if she had no reason to shun the not overpowering lustre. This ignorance of the person whose name she used wrongly, contradicted her pretense of having been in the cave before. Elizor saw, as the hood opened, the face of a beautiful girl of scarce twenty, whose fair complexion had no need of the black plaster patches to set it off. But, on second thoughts, it seemed to him, as was not unseldom the case, _ these patches, cut into formal shapes with fine sciscors, might be emblems of recognition. In his admiration, he let the error pass. “Good! you have let down the hangings. It is not necessary that the varlets should guess the nature of our confabulation.”’ “The fact is ig “Or see the splendrous interior of your refectory.” By the curl of her tremulous nostrils, it was clear that she had inhaled the smell of the fried fish, and no more approved of it than of the scene she derided. He did not take up any of these sneers. As if the air was-oppressive, she flung back the opened hood with a toss of the head. It coiled around her neck, robust and massive, though so juvenile, and broad shoulders, like a Venetian duchess, after Bronsino; knots of rosy ribbon decked each shoulder, perhaps such favors as women give gallants to EMME OOOL<S.(E00) im