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The name of Porthos produced its effect upon the clerks, whobegan to laugh; but Porthos turned sharply round, and everycountenance quickly recovered its gravity.


"Here, Laporte," said Buckingham, "these are the only tokens I everreceived from her--this silver casket and these two letters. You willrestore them to her Majesty; and as a last memorial"--he looked roundfor some valuable object--"you will add--"

Milady uttered a cry of joy; this man was the Comte de Rochefort--thedemoniacal tool of his Eminence.

"I must beg your Eminence to observe," said Milady, "thatsince the affair of the diamond studs, about which the dukealways suspected me, his Grace distrusts me."

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"Oh, unhappy woman!" cried the commissary.

"And me, too!" said D'Artagnan.

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Near the Louvre the four friends met with M. de Treville,who was returning from St. Germain; he stopped them to offerhis compliments upon their appointments, which in an instantdrew round them a hundred gapers.

Planchet had followed the road; like Athos, he had discovered the stainsof blood; like Athos, he had noted the spot where the horses had halted.But he had gone farther than Athos--for at the village of Festubert,while drinking at an inn, he had learned without needing to ask aquestion that the evening before, at half-past eight, a wounded man whoaccompanied a lady traveling in a post-chaise had been obliged to stop,unable to go further. The accident was set down to the account ofrobbers, who had stopped the chaise in the wood. The man remained inthe village; the woman had had a relay of horses, and continued herjourney.

"But, for heaven's sake-" resumed Aramis.


"Flee alone, and leave you here? No, no, never!" cried Milady.All at once she paused, a livid flash darted from her eyes; she ran tothe table, emptied into Mme. Bonacieux's glass the contents of a ringwhich she opened with singular quickness. It was a grain of a reddishcolor, which dissolved immediately.





ƽ̨վߺ֪Ļ "If that be the case," said D'Artagnan, "they are doubtlesstransporting her from one prison to another. But what canthey intend to do with the poor creature, and how shall Iever meet her again?" ϸ

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ƽ̨վ̨ͨ"ͯĸŰ":ЭԮ ĸ̾ "The devil!" said Athos, musingly. ϸ

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