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D’artagnan and the Englishman

           "Howyoungthisd’Artagnanis!"saidAthos,shrugginghisshoulders;andhemadeasigntoGrimaudtobringanotherbottle.

           AtthatmomentPlanchetputhisheadmodestlyinatthehalf-opendoor,andtoldhismasterthatthehorseswereready.

           "Whathorses?"askedAthos.

           "TwohorsesthatMonsieurdeTrevillelendsmeatmypleasure,andwithwhichIamnowgoingtotakearidetoSt.Germain."

           "Well,andwhatareyougoingtodoatSt.Germain?"thendemandedAthos.

           Thend’Artagnandescribedthemeetingwhichhehadatthechurch,andhowhehadfoundthatladywho,withtheseigneurintheblackcloakandwiththescarnearhistemple,filledhismindconstantly.

           "Thatistosay,youareinlovewiththisladyasyouwerewithMadameBonacieux,"saidAthos,shrugginghisshoulderscontemptuously,asifhepitiedhumanweakness.

           "I?notatall!"saidd’Artagnan."Iamonlycurioustounravelthemysterytowhichsheisattached.Idonotknowwhy,butIimaginethatthiswoman,whollyunknowntomeassheis,andwhollyunknowntoherasIam,hasaninfluenceovermylife."

           "Well,perhapsyouareright,"saidAthos."Idonotknowawomanthatisworththetroubleofbeingsoughtforwhensheisoncelost.MadameBonacieuxislost;somuchtheworseforherifsheisfound."

           "No,Athos,no,youaremistaken,"saidd’Artagnan;"IlovemypoorConstancemorethanever,andifIknewtheplaceinwhichsheis,wereitattheendoftheworld,Iwouldgotofreeherfromthehandsofherenemies;butIamignorant.

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