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The Countess De Winter

           AtNeufchatel,asatSt.Valery,hefoundahorsequitereadyandawaitinghim.Hewasabouttoremovethepistolsfromthesaddlehehadquittotheonehewasabouttofill,buthefoundtheholstersfurnishedwithsimilarpistols.

           "YouraddressatParis?"

           "HoteloftheGuards,companyofDessessart."

           "Enough,"repliedthequestioner.

           "WhichroutemustItake?"demandedd’Artagnan,inhisturn.

           "ThatofRouen;butyouwillleavethecityonyourright.YoumuststopatthelittlevillageofEccuis,inwhichthereisbutonetaverntheShieldofFrance.Don’tcondemnitfromappearances;youwillfindahorseinthestablesquiteasgoodasthis."

           "Thesamepassword?"

           "Exactly."

           "Adieu,master!"

           "Agoodjourney,gentlemen!Doyouwantanything?"

           D’Artagnanshookhishead,andsetoffatfullspeed.AtEccuis,thesamescenewasrepeated.Hefoundasprovidentahostandafreshhorse.Helefthisaddressashehaddonebefore,andsetoffagainatthesamepaceforPontoise.AtPontoisehechangedhishorseforthelasttime,andatnineo’clockgallopedintotheyardofTreville’shotel.Hehadmadenearlysixtyleaguesinlittlemorethantwelvehours.

           M.deTrevillereceivedhimasifhehadseenhimthatsamemorning;only,whenpressinghishandalittlemorewarmlythanusual,heinformedhimthatthecompanyofDessessartwasondutyattheLouvre,andthathemightrepairatoncetohispost.

           

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