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"That concerns your Majesty more than me," said the cardinal. "Ishould affirm the culpability."

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Porthos and Aramis placed themselves at the table and beganto play. Athos walked about in a contemplative mood.While thinking and walking, Athos passed and repassed beforethe pipe of the stove, broken in halves, the other extremitypassing into the chamber above; and every time he passed andrepassed he heard a murmur of words, which at length fixedhis attention. Athos went close to it, and distinguishedsome words that appeared to merit so great an interest thathe made a sign to his friends to be silent, remaininghimself bent with his ear directed to the opening of thelower orifice.

"See what she writes to me, Athos," said he.

"To how much?" said she. "I hope it does not exceed--" Shestopped; speech failed her.

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"Yes, monsieur," replied the citizen, giving a still fainterintonation to his voice.<"Do not hurry yourself, monsieur, lest it be observed that we goout together. You must be aware that for our undertaking,company would be in the way."

Since the four friends had been each in search of hisequipments, there had been no fixed meeting between them.They dined apart from one another, wherever they mighthappen to be, or rather where they could. Duty likewise onits part took a portion of that precious time which wasgliding away so rapidly--only they had agreed to meet once aweek, about one o'clock, at the residence of Athos, seeingthat he, in agreement with the vow he had formed, did notpass over the threshold of his door.

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"A mendicant."

"Perhaps," said Athos; "But at all events listen well tothis. Assassinate the Duke of Buckingham, or cause him tobe assassinated--I care very little about that! I don'tknow him. Besides, he is an Englishman. But do not touchwith the tip of your finger a single hair of D'Artagnan, whois a faithful friend whom I love and defend, or I swear toyou by the head of my father the crime which you shall haveendeavored to commit, or shall have committed, shall be thelast."

<"My faith, monsieur, he was in such trouble that I doubt ifhe can have retained a very clear recollection of me.""Well, go and talk with the boy," said D'Artagnan, "and makeout if you can from his conversation whether his master isdead."A little before they came to Fromelles the storm burst. They spreadtheir cloaks. There remained three leagues to travel, and they did itamid torrents of rain.

"Possibly, monsieur. I am your landlord."

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"Still higher."

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