Rafael Sabatini

Rafael Sabatini

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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Sword and Mitre (1900)

In another quarter of an hour Castelroc would return.
Oh, if I could only have that quarter of an hour free, so that I might yet go to the Rue du Bac!
Then the thought of escape suggested itself, and I was astonished that it had not occurred to me before. The next instant, however, I laughed inwardly—the choke-pear prevented me from laughing aloud—as I remembered how impossible it was. But I set myself to think.
If only I could release my hands! But how? I glanced about me. My sword lay on the ground, but I could devise no means of employing it.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Sword and Mitre (1900)

For a moment I stared at him; then, stimulated by anger and scorn, I burst into a long, loud laugh.
“It amuses you?” he said icily.
“Par Dieu! In truth it does! Imagine the presumption of a man of your years and reputation, aspiring to the hand of such a woman as Mademoiselle de la Haudraye! Mon Dieu, ’tis passing droll!”
And with my hands on my sides, I gave unrestrained vent to my hilarity, forgetful for the moment of the Cardinal, and the dungeon yawning at my feet.
But Castelroc sobered me suddenly by picking up that plaguey parchment.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Sword and Mitre (1900)

Women, I told myself, were fickle things, and many had an unhealthy fancy for a profligate, especially when, like Castelroc, he chanced to be courtly, handsome, and gifted with a persuasive tongue.
As these thoughts paraded themselves tormentingly before my brain, I was nigh upon becoming mad with anger. In a paroxysm of rage I writhed like a wounded snake upon the polished floor, and rolled myself over and over, until I had almost broken my pinioned arms.
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