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׽վַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"And I about ten pistoles," said Aramis."Yes."

"What is your name?"


In an instant all the strength of mind of this creature, thoughdrawn from the most vigorous sources, abandoned her; she sankinto a large easy chair, with her arms crossed, her head lowered,and expecting every instant to see a judge enter to interrogateher.

"Certainly that is most in accord with your own principles,"replied Milady, frigidly.

"That is to say, you are in love with this lady as you werewith Madame Bonacieux," said Athos, shrugging his shoulderscontemptuously, as if he pitied human weakness.

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"And yet that is the most simple thing in the world, my dearsister. Have you not observed that the captain of your littlevessel, on entering the roadstead, sent forward, in order toobtain permission to enter the port, a little boat bearing hislogbook and the register of his voyagers? I am commandant of theport. They brought me that book. I recognized your name in it.My heart told me what your mouth has just confirmed--that is tosay, with what view you have exposed yourself to the dangers of asea so perilous, or at least so troublesome at this moment--and Isent my cutter to meet you. You know the rest."<"But that will compromise me sadly, you know."

This was the price of the queen's diamond.

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"Would you like better to be hanged in your true name, Milady?You know that the English laws are inexorable on the abuse ofmarriage. Speak freely. Although my name, or rather that of mybrother, would be mixed up with the affair, I will risk thescandal of a public trial to make myself certain of getting ridof you."

"No, to the cardinal."

<"The day after that, you received a visit from Cavois,"resumed the cardinal. "He went to desire you to come to thepalace. You have not returned that visit, and you werewrong.""Yes, monsieur," said D'Artagnan, bowing, "we have had thathonor. We even have, as you may have heard, introduced abarrel of powder under one of the angles, which in blowingup made a very pretty breach. Without reckoning that as thebastion was not built yesterday all the rest of the buildingwas badly shaken."

Grimaud contented himself with pointing D'Artagnan out tohis master with his finger.


<"Of her whose carriage was at the gate; of a woman who calls herselfyour friend; of a woman to whom you have told everything.""Her name, her name!" cried D'Artagnan. "My God, can you not rememberher name?"As the door closed after them Kitty rushed toward it.Jealousy, fury, offended pride, all the passions in shortthat dispute the heart of an outraged woman in love, urgedher to make a revelation; but she reflected that she wouldbe totally lost if she confessed having assisted in such amachination, and above all, that D'Artagnan would also belost to her forever. This last thought of love counseledher to make this last sacrifice.

"Playing the day before! And with whom?"





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׽վ˹ʷ˹ҵ˾ǿգ״̬ "Athos, she is your wife, I tell you," repeated D'Artagnan;"only reflect how much the two descriptions resemble eachother." ϸ

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