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A Gascon a Match for Cupid

           WhilethusspeakingAthosregardedwithattentionthesapphiresetwithdiamondswhichhadtaken,ond’Artagnan’sfinger,theplaceofthequeen’sring,carefullykeptinacasket.

           "Younoticemyring?"saidtheGascon,proudtodisplaysorichagiftintheeyesofhisfriends.

           "Yes,"saidAthos,"itremindsmeofafamilyjewel."

           "Itisbeautiful,isitnot?"saidd’Artagnan.

           "Yes,"saidAthos,"magnificent.Ididnotthinktwosapphiresofsuchafinewaterexisted.Haveyoutradeditforyourdiamond?"

           "No.ItisagiftfrommybeautifulEnglishwoman,orratherFrenchwomanforIamconvincedshewasborninFrance,thoughIhavenotquestionedher."

           "ThatringcomesfromMilady?"criedAthos,withavoiceinwhichitwaseasytodetectstrongemotion.

           "Herveryself;shegaveitmelastnight.Hereitis,"repliedd’Artagnan,takingitfromhisfinger.

           Athosexamineditandbecameverypale.Hetrieditonhislefthand;itfithisfingerasifmadeforit.

           Ashadeofangerandvengeancepassedacrosstheusuallycalmbrowofthisgentleman.

           "Itisimpossibleitcanbeshe,"saidbe."HowcouldthisringcomeintothehandsofMiladyClarik?Andyetitisdifficulttosupposesucharesemblanceshouldexistbetweentwojewels."

           "Doyouknowthisring?"saidd’Artagnan.

           "IthoughtIdid,"repliedAthos;"butnodoubtIwasmistaken."Andhereturnedd’Artagnantheringwithout,however,ceasingtolookatit.

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