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The Rendezvous

           Leftalone,d’Artagnanreadandrereadhisbillet.Thenhekissedandrekissedtwentytimesthelinestracedbythehandofhisbeautifulmistress.Atlengthhewenttobed,fellasleep,andhadgoldendreams.

           Atseveno’clockinthemorninghearoseandcalledPlanchet,whoatthesecondsummonsopenedthedoor,hiscountenancenotyetquitefreedfromtheanxietyoftheprecedingnight.

           "Planchet,"saidd’Artagnan,"Iamgoingoutforallday,perhaps.Youare,therefore,yourownmastertillseveno’clockintheevening;butatseveno’clockyoumustholdyourselfinreadinesswithtwohorses."

           "There!"saidPlanchet."Wearegoingagain,itappears,tohaveourhidespiercedinallsortsofways."

           "Youwilltakeyourmusketoonandyourpistols."

           "There,now!Didn’tIsayso?"criedPlanchet."Iwassureofitthecursedletter!"

           "Don’tbeafraid,youidiot;thereisnothinginhandbutapartyofpleasure."

           "Ah,likethecharmingjourneytheotherday,whenitrainedbulletsandproducedacropofsteeltraps!"

           "Well,ifyouarereallyafraid,MonsieurPlanchet,"resumedd’Artagnan,"Iwillgowithoutyou.Iprefertravelingalonetohavingacompanionwhoentertainstheleastfear."

           "Monsieurdoesmewrong,"saidPlanchet;"Ithoughthehadseenmeatwork."

           "Yes,butIthoughtperhapsyouhadwornoutallyourcouragethefirsttime."

           "MonsieurshallseethatuponoccasionIhavesomeleft;onlyIbegMonsieurnottobetooprodigalofitifhewishesittolastlong."

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