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"Hum!" said the host, in a doubtful tone.

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The Englishmen were all men of rank; consequently the oddnames of their adversaries were for them not only a matterof surprise, but of annoyance.

"Oh, yes, I know what sort of vengeance! You told me that!""What matters it to you, Kitty? You know it is you alonewhom I love."

"Yes, sire."

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Then the inconvenience became distress. The hungry friends,followed by their lackeys, were seen haunting the quays and Guardrooms, picking up among their friends abroad all the dinners theycould meet with; for according to the advice of Aramis, it wasprudent to sow repasts right and left in prosperity, in order toreap a few in time of need.

During this time, exempt from the anxiety of its only and truechief, the royal army led a joyous life, neither provisions normoney being wanting in the camp. All the corps rivaled oneanother in audacity and gaiety. To take spies and hang them, tomake hazardous expeditions upon the dyke or the sea, to imaginewild plans, and to execute them coolly--such were the pastimeswhich made the army find these days short which were not only solong to the Rochellais, a prey to famine and anxiety, but even tothe cardinal, who blockaded them so closely.

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"Bless me!" cried Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrasshimself of D'Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back; "youmust be mad to run against people in this manner.""Excuse me," said D'Artagnan, reappearing under the shoulder ofthe giant, "but I am in such haste--I was running after someoneand--"

Let our readers reassure themselves. IF D'Artagnan forgets hishost, or appears to forget him, under the pretense of not knowingwhere he has been carried, we will not forget him, and we knowwhere he is. But for the moment, let us do as did the amorousGascon; we will see after the worthy mercer later.D'Artagnan, reflecting on his future amours, addressing himselfto the beautiful night, and smiling at the stars, rescinded theRue Cherish-Midi, or Chase-Midi, as it was then called. As hefound himself in the quarter in which Aramis lived, he took itinto his head to pay his friend a visit in order to explain themotives which had led him to send Planchet with a request that hewould come instantly to the mousetrap. Now, if Aramis had beenat home when Planchet came to his abode, he had doubtlesshastened to the Rue des Fossoyeurs, and finding nobody there buthis other two companions perhaps, they would not be able toconceive what all this meant. This mystery required anexplanation; at least, so D'Artagnan declared to himself.He likewise thought this was an opportunity for talking aboutpretty little Mme. Bonacieux, of whom his head, if not his heart,was already full. We must never look for discretion in firstlove. First love is accompanied by such excessive joy thatunless the joy be allowed to overflow, it will stifle you.Paris for two hours past had been dark, and seemed a desert.Eleven o'clock sounded from all the clocks of the Faubourg St.Germain. It was delightful weather. D'Artagnan was passingalong a lane on the spot where the Rue d'Assas is now situated,breathing the balmy emanations which were borne upon the windfrom the Rue de Vaugirard, and which arose from the gardensrefreshed by the dews of evening and the breeze of night. From adistance resounded, deadened, however, by good shutters, thesongs of the tipplers, enjoying themselves in the cabaretsscattered along the plain. Arrived at the end of the lane,D'Artagnan turned to the left. The house in which Aramis dweltwas situated between the Rue Cassette and the Rue Servandoni.D'Artagnan had just passed the Rue Cassette, and alreadyperceived the door of his friend's house, shaded by a mass ofsycamores and clematis which formed a vast arch opposite thefront of it, when he perceived something like a shadow issuingfrom the Rue Servandoni. This something was enveloped in acloak, and D'Artagnan at first believed it was a man; but by thesmallness of the form, the hesitation of the walk, and theindecision of the step, he soon discovered that it was a woman.Further, this woman, as if not certain of the house she wasseeking, lifted up her eyes to look around her, stopped, wentbackward, and then returned again. D'Artagnan was perplexed."Shall I go and offer her my services?" thought he. "By her stepshe must be young; perhaps she is pretty. Oh, yes! But a womanwho wanders in the streets at this hour only ventures out to meether lover. If I should disturb a rendezvous, that would not bethe best means of commencing an acquaintance."

<"Well, such a woman, who would place the knife of JacquesClement or of Ravaillac in the hands of a fanatic, wouldsave France."But the knife had fortunately, we ought to say skillfully, comein contact with the steel busk, which at that period, like acuirass, defended the chests of women. It had glided down it,tearing the robe, and had penetrated slantingly between the fleshand the ribs. Milady's robe was not the less stained with bloodin a second.

"Well, let that care be mine, and be at ease."

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"Does the letter contain anything valuable?" demanded the host,after a few minutes of useless investigation.

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ڲ2ƽ̨ݡܿĿǰ֤ʾͯ˶Բ׸ Ӧͻ "Then you love me?" said she. ϸ

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ڲ2ƽ̨١ɳһ֪ĻƸί,9ػʮ˱ "Then you comprehend it would be only a question of time, a sort ofrace, which should arrive first. If your friends are the more speedy,you are to be saved; if the satellites of the cardinal, you are lost.""Oh, yes, yes; lost beyond redemption! What, then, to do? What to do?""There would be a very simple means, very natural--""Tell me what!" ϸ

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