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Monseigneur, Let your Eminence be reassured. His Grace the Duke ofBuckingham WILL NOT SET OUT for France.

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"Explain yourself, Mousqueton; your conversation is full ofinstructive things."

At the sight of the little letter the heart of D'Artagnanbounded, for he believed he recognized the handwriting, andalthough he had seen that writing but once, the memory of itremained at the bottom of his heart.

"We want," said Athos, "Charlotte Backson, who first was called Comtessede la Fere, and afterwards Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.""That is I! that is I!" murmured Milady, in extreme terror; "what doyou want?"

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D'Artagnan then related the poisoning of Mme. Bonacieux in the conventof the Carmelites at Bethune, the trial in the isolated house, and theexecution on the banks of the Lys.

"Quick to the Louvre," said he, "to the Louvre without losing aninstant, and let us endeavor to see the king before he isprejudiced by the cardinal. We will describe the thing to him asa consequence of the affair of yesterday, and the two will passoff together."

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Lord de Winter rose, saluted her ironically, and went out.Milady breathed again. She had still four days before her. Fourdays would quite suffice to complete the seduction of Felton.A terrible idea, however, rushed into her mind. She thought thatLord de Winter would perhaps send Felton himself to get the ordersigned by the Duke of Buckingham. In that case Felton wouldescape her--for in order to secure success, the magic of acontinuous seduction was necessary. Nevertheless, as we havesaid, one circumstance reassured her. Felton had not spoken.As she would not appear to be agitated by the threats of Lord deWinter, she placed herself at the table and ate.

"Then, addressing the man who accompanied him, 'Executioner,'said he, 'do your duty.'"

<"And on my part," said D'Artagnan, "I wished to speak of you, butI find you so completely detached from everything! To love youcry, 'Fie! Friends are shadows! The world is a sepulcher!'""Alas, you will find it so yourself," said Aramis, with a sigh."Well, then, let us say no more about it," said D'Artagnan; "andlet us burn this letter, which, no doubt, announces to you somefresh infidelity of your GRISETTE or your chambermaid.""What letter?" cried Aramis, eagerly."You would, then, be tempted to believe," said the abbess, "that thisyoung person is innocent?"

"Fire, then," said Athos.

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<"That is true," said the duke; "and it is to this person I ambound to discharge my debt of gratitude."M. de Treville smiled at this flourish; and leaving his young mancompatriot in the embrasure of the window, where they had talkedtogether, he seated himself at a table in order to write thepromised letter of recommendation. While he was doing this,D'Artagnan, having no better employment, amused himself withbeating a march upon the window and with looking at theMusketeers, who went away, one after another, following them withhis eyes until they disappeared.

"Tell him further that I hold Montague in my power; thatMontague is in the Bastille; that no letters were found uponhim, it is true, but that torture may make him tell much ofwhat he knows, and even what he does not know."

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ע|Ƶ-Ұֺ·ںη ߳ "Gentlemen," exclaimed D'Artagnan, whom reflection neverabandoned, "gentlemen, think of what you are about. Patience,Athos! You are running your heads into a very silly affair; youwill be riddled. My lackey and I will have three shots at you,and you will get as many from the cellar. You will then have outswords, with which, I can assure you, my friend and I can playtolerably well. Let me conduct your business and my own. Youshall soon have something to drink; I give you my word.""If there is any left," grumbled the jeering voice of Athos.The host felt a cold sweat creep down his back. ϸ

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