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           Shehasexperiencedmuchanxiety;butsheisnowatlengthalittlereassured,havingsenthersecretaryawayinorderthatnothingmayhappenunexpectedly.

           "Adieu,mydearcousin.Tellusnewsofyourselfasoftenasyoucan;thatistosay,asoftenasyoucanwithsafety.Iembraceyou.

           "MarieMichon."

           "Oh,whatdoInotoweyou,Aramis?"saidd’Artagnan."DearConstance!Ihaveatlength,then,intelligenceofyou.Shelives;sheisinsafetyinaconvent;sheisatBethune!WhereisBethune,Athos?"

           "Why,uponthefrontiersofArtoisandofFlanders.Thesiegeonceover,weshallbeabletomakeatourinthatdirection."

           "Andthatwillnotbelong,itistobehoped,"saidPorthos;"fortheyhavethismorninghangedaspywhoconfessedthattheRochellaiswerereducedtotheleatheroftheirshoes.Supposingthatafterhavingeatentheleathertheyeatthesoles,Icannotseemuchthatisleftunlesstheyeatoneanother."

           "Poorfools!"saidAthos,emptyingaglassofexcellentBordeauxwinewhich,withouthavingatthatperiodthereputationitnowenjoys,meriteditnoless,"poorfools!AsiftheCatholicreligionwasnotthemostadvantageousandthemostagreeableofallreligions!Allthesame,"resumedhe,afterhavingclickedhistongueagainsthispalate,"theyarebravefellows!Butwhatthedevilareyouabout,Aramis?"continuedAthos."Why,youaresqueezingthatletterintoyourpocket!"

           "Yes,"saidd’Artagnan,"Athosisright,itmustbeburned

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