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Soubrette and Mistress

           "Ilovehim?Idetesthim!Anidiot,whoheldthelifeofLorddeWinterinhishandsanddidnotkillhim,bywhichImissedthreehundredthousandlivres’income."

           "That’strue,"saidKitty;"yoursonwastheonlyheirofhisuncle,anduntilhismajorityyouwouldhavehadtheenjoymentofhisfortune."

           D’Artagnanshudderedtothemarrowathearingthissuavecreaturereproachhim,withthatsharpvoicewhichshetooksuchpainstoconcealinconversation,fornothavingkilledamanwhomhehadseenloadherwithkindnesses.

           "Forallthis,"continuedMilady,"Ishouldlongagohaverevengedmyselfonhimif,andIdon’tknowwhy,thecardinalhadnotrequestedmetoconciliatehim."

           "Oh,yes;butMadamehasnotconciliatedthatlittlewomanhewassofondof."

           "What,themercer’swifeoftheRuedesFossoyeurs?Hashenotalreadyforgottensheeverexisted?Finevengeancethat,onmyfaith!"

           Acoldsweatbrokefromd’Artagnan’sbrow.Why,thiswomanwasamonster!Heresumedhislistening,butunfortunatelythetoiletwasfinished.

           "Thatwilldo,"saidMilady;"gointoyourownroom,andtomorrowendeavoragaintogetmeananswertotheletterIgaveyou."

           "ForMonsieurdeWardes?"saidKitty.

           "Tobesure;forMonsieurdeWardes."

           "Now,thereisone,"saidKitty,"whoappearstomequiteadifferentsortofamanfromthatpoorMonsieurd’Artagnan."

           "Gotobed,mademoiselle,"saidMilady;"Idon’tlikecomments."

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