D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 79: what you’re looking at

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70 ~The Third Tenant. “THank Heaven, it is your highness!” ejaculated Donna Jacinta, clasing her hands. “It is what is left of me. I am frozen up into a ball, though the seamen took great care of me,” was the reply, in a rich voice. “But, my lord?” “Let us indoors!’ there coming no direct reply. “I feel giddy with the whistling of the wind and the scream- ing of the sea birds.” As soon as they 'were within the cavern, the younger lady made the other sit at the high and splendid fire. Then, returning, she hung up the screen carefully, and took down tthe three lights with which she decked the table, sticking them in a stand of that plate which seemed stolen from a sanctuary. The newcomer gave a look of intense disgust and un- qualified disapproval to Pedro’s interior, and, sighing, let the gown and hood glide down behind her. “Dear duchess! but 'any port ina storm! Alack! what an antre to entice a Braganza and a Guzman-Gonzales anto !”’ “My sweet Jacinta, we must take things as they come!” ‘That seems to have been the war cry hhere—a mass of pillage! But the duke?” “T thought the Duke of Braganza would be here await- ing me!” “And I, that he would be accompanying you!” They looked at each other in anxiety, trepidation, and then stupor. The presentiment of evil permeated both, though not easily dejected, as if the low brow of this shelter weighed upon them. (EOMANGEL CKO KS 4(E00)