D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 75: what you’re looking at

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66 The Third Tenant. “Put that wind guard in that hole, and place the candle tity’ Though the woman was the embodiment of haughti- ness and independence, at least toward him, somehow he felt averse to quitting her. Perhaps it preyed upon him to earn the money too easily. He obeyed her with alac- rity. He robbed the saint of her translucent screen with- out any reluctance, and, by mounting on a bench, fixed it in the hole. As she kindly handed him the light he set that under its protection. “Have you not more candles ?—yes, I spy several!” ‘All at your ladyship’s service.” He had laid them out to have one in burning all the time he should sit up. “Light two more and range them in a line in that apol- ogy for a casement,’ said this modern Persephone, bringer of light, or offerer of it to the utter darkness. The three illuminants could not be seen in the village, so it seemed gratuitous. He carried out the instruction as truly as those serv- ants would have done, who waited with all the patience of the Spanish. Elizor stepped down, looked at the trio, and, turning his features, showed all his perplexity. “The friends of the fishers at sea light a taper to the saint they favor when they are homeward bound,” ex- plained ue Soleiman slightly shook his head; this was not one in- terested in a fisher. “Therefore, I implore the Trinity for those on the deep.” The Jew made a deprecatory wave of the hand; not that he dared doubt the efficacy of appeal, but he was superstitious in his own way. Even the Gentile may in- dulge in a little weakness. “Have you another outlet to this den?’ demanded she, suspiciously. “Not that I know of.” ‘In looking round as she did, his head rubbed a swinging pigskin distended with wine and he shuddered. “They are honest folk out there?” “They are only fishers now. We had smugglers and Eomicbooks.co