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           Andyetifweburnit,whoknowswhetherMonsieurCardinalhasnotasecrettointerrogateashes?"

           "Hemusthaveone,"saidAthos.

           "Whatwillyoudowiththeletter,then?"askedPorthos.

           "Comehere,Grimaud,"saidAthos.Grimaudroseandobeyed."Asapunishmentforhavingspokenwithoutpermission,myfriend,youwillpleasetoeatthispieceofpaper;thentorecompenseyoufortheserviceyouwillhaverenderedus,youshallafterwarddrinkthisglassofwine.First,hereistheletter.Eatheartily."

           Grimaudsmiled;andwithhiseyesfixedupontheglasswhichAthosheldinhishand,hegroundthepaperwellbetweenhisteethandthenswallowedit.

           "Bravo,MonsieurGrimaud!"saidAthos;"andnowtakethis.That’swell.Wedispensewithyoursayinggrace."

           GrimaudsilentlyswallowedtheglassofBordeauxwine;buthiseyes,raisedtowardheavenduringthisdeliciousoccupation,spokealanguagewhich,thoughmute,wasnotthelessexpressive.

           "Andnow,"saidAthos,"unlessMonsieurCardinalshouldformtheingeniousideaofrippingupGrimaud,Ithinkwemaybeprettymuchatoureaserespectingtheletter."

           Meantime,hisEminencecontinuedhismelancholyride,murmuringbetweenhismustaches,"Thesefourmenmustpositivelybemine."

           

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