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ַ̬:a g 9 559 v i p<"I would say that I know this great lady.""And now," said Athos, "while they bring the wine, tell me,D'Artagnan, what has become of the others, come!"D'Artagnan related how he had found Porthos in bed with astrained knee, and Aramis at a table between two theologians. Ashe finished, the host entered with the wine ordered and a hamwhich, fortunately for him, had been left out of the cellar."That's well!" said Athos, filling his glass and that of hisfriend; "here's to Porthos and Aramis! But you, D'Artagnan, whatis the matter with you, and what has happened to you personally?You have a sad air."

"Do I look so?" asked the baron, rising and going a stepbackward.

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"Sire," resumed Treville, "as I told you, Monsieur d'Artagnan islittle more than a boy; and as he has not the honor of being aMusketeer, he was dressed as a citizen. The Guards of thecardinal, perceiving his youth and that he did not belong to thecorps, invited him to retire before they attacked.""so you may plainly see, Treville," interrupted the king, "it wasthey who attacked?"

"Your name?" repeated the cavalier a second time, lettinghis cloak fall, and leaving his face uncovered.

"But allow me to tell you, monsieur," continued the citizen,"that I am convinced that there is less love than politics in allthis."

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At the same instant Aramis placed his sword point on the breastof his fallen enemy, and forced him to ask for mercy.There only then remained Porthos and Bicarat. Porthos made athousand flourishes, asking Bicarat what o'clock it could be, andoffering him his compliments upon his brother's having justobtained a company in the regiment of Navarre; but, jest as hemight, he gained nothing. Bicarat was one of those iron men whonever fell dead.<"She is sure of it."

Scarcely had he descended the first stair, when a hand of ironseized him by the belt and stopped him.

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"But as you spoke to him you must have seen him.""Oh, it's a description you want?"

"They will discover us!"

<"The bodies were not plundered, were they? It appears theconquerors had something else to do."Felton gently repulsed Milady, and she sank into a chair.Lord de Winter passed before the door without stopping, and theyheard the noise of his footsteps soon die away.

The cavalier laughed aloud, which appeared to exasperateMilady still more.

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But this deception would probably not have stopped our fieryyoung man if the host had not reflected that the reclamationwhich his guest made was perfectly just.

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̬֯¹ڲĿǰǡȫв At thirty-five, which was then his age, he passed, with justtitle, for the handsomest gentleman and the most elegant cavalierof France or England. ϸ

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̬ƴֳ̲ű˻""ؼ,ֳ D'Artagnan already fancied himself, so rapid is the flight of ourdreams upon the wings of imagination, accosted by a messengerfrom the young woman, who brought him some billet appointing ameeting, a gold chain, or a diamond. We have observed that youngcavaliers received presents from their king without shame. Letus add that in these times of lax morality they had no moredelicacy with respect to the mistresses; and that the latteralmost always left them valuable and durable remembrances, as ifthey essayed to conquer the fragility of their sentiments by thesolidity of their gifts. ϸ

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