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           Ifyouhadonlytodealwithfourmen,d’Artagnan,Iwouldallowyoutogoalone.Youhavetodowiththatwoman!Wefourwillgo;andIhopetoGodthatwithourfourlackeyswemaybeinsufficientnumber."

           "Youterrifyme,Athos!"criedd’Artagnan."MyGod!whatdoyoufear?"

           "Everything!"repliedAthos.

           D’Artagnanexaminedthecountenancesofhiscompanions,which,likethatofAthos,woreanimpressionofdeepanxiety;andtheycontinuedtheirrouteasfastastheirhorsescouldcarrythem,butwithoutaddinganotherword.

           Ontheeveningofthetwenty-fifth,astheywereenteringArras,andasd’ArtagnanwasdismountingattheinnoftheGoldenHarrowtodrinkaglassofwine,ahorsemancameoutofthepostyard,wherehehadjusthadarelay,startedoffatagallop,andwithafreshhorsetooktheroadtoParis.Atthemomenthepassedthroughthegatewayintothestreet,thewindblewopenthecloakinwhichhewaswrapped,althoughitwasinthemonthofAugust,andliftedhishat,whichthetravelerseizedwithhishandthemomentithadlefthishead,pullingiteagerlyoverhiseyes.

           D’Artagnan,whohadhiseyesfixeduponthisman,becameverypale,andlethisglassfall.

           "Whatisthematter,monsieur?"saidPlanchet."Oh,come,gentlemen,mymasterisill!"

           Thethreefriendshastenedtowardd’Artagnan,who,insteadofbeingill,rantowardhishorse.Theystoppedhimatthedoor.

           "Well,wherethedevilareyougoingnow?"criedAthos.

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