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"Zounds, monsieur! Because he had boasted that he wouldperforate the stranger with whom you left him in dispute; whereasthe stranger, on the contrary, in spite of all his rodomontadesquickly threw him on his back. As Monsieur Porthos is a veryboastful man, he insists that nobody shall know he has receivedthis wound except the duchess, whom he endeavored to interest byan account of his adventure."

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"Where the devil will constancy niche itself next?" murmuredAthos.

That happened which M. de Treville had foreseen. Placed betweenlife and death, as Bernajoux was, he had no idea for a moment ofconcealing the truth; and he described to the two nobles theaffair exactly as it had passed.

"De Wardes; I know it," cried D'Artagnan.

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"'You shall have no weapon left in your power.'<"I am lost," murmured she; "I am lost! I am in the power of menupon whom I can have no more influence than upon statues ofbronze or granite; they know me by heart, and are steeled againstall my weapons. It is, however, impossible that this should endas they have decreed!"

"Yes, my Lord, I accept them," said D'Artagnan; "and if it pleaseGod, we will make a good use of your presents."

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"It is the one my brother sends for us."

"Go and call upon him, in order that he may give evidence if yourhaving been with him at half past nine. In a court of justicethat is called an alibi."

<"Still another obstacle," murmured Mme. Bonacieux, sorrowfully."As to that," cried D'Artagnan, after a moment of reflection, "Ishall surmount it, be assured.""To the waters of Forges?"

While this dialogue was going on, the two young men and the poorlackey descended.

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"For Monsieur de Wardes?" said Kitty.

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ƽ̨аվ᲼͸߳ ӡϷ Felton recognized it also, and made a step toward the door.Milady sprang toward him. "Oh, not a word," said she in aconcentrated voice, "not a word of all that I have said to you tothis man, or I am lost, and it would be you--you--"Then as the steps drew near, she became silent for fear of beingheard, applying, with a gesture of infinite terror, her beautifulhand to Felton's mouth. ϸ

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ƽ̨аվͼ61ɣƶ2 ϻ߹ "Madame," said the young man, bowing; "I can refuse nothing askedof me thus. Be content; I will depart." ϸ

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