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In France

           "Itishe!"criedd’Artagnan,palewithanger,andwiththesweatonhisbrow,"itishe!letmeovertakehim!"

           "He?Whathe?"askedAthos.

           "He,thatman!"

           "Whatman?"

           "Thatcursedman,myevilgenius,whomIhavealwaysmetwithwhenthreatenedbysomemisfortune,hewhoaccompaniedthathorriblewomanwhenImetherforthefirsttime,hewhomIwasseekingwhenIoffendedourAthos,hewhomIsawontheverymorningMadameBonacieuxwasabducted.Ihaveseenhim;thatishe!Irecognizedhimwhenthewindblewuponhiscloak."

           "Thedevil!"saidAthos,musingly.

           "Tosaddle,gentlemen!tosaddle!Letuspursuehim,andweshallovertakehim!"

           "Mydearfriend,"saidAramis,"rememberthathegoesinanoppositedirectionfromthatinwhichwearegoing,thathehasafreshhorse,andoursarefatigued,sothatweshalldisableourownhorseswithoutevenachanceofovertakinghim.Letthemango,d’Artagnan;letussavethewoman."

           "Monsieur,monsieur!"criedahostler,runningoutandlookingafterthestranger,"monsieur,hereisapaperwhichdroppedoutofyourhat!Eh,monsieur,eh!"

           "Friend,"saidd’Artagnan,"ahalf-pistoleforthatpaper!"

           "Myfaith,monsieur,withgreatpleasure!Hereitis!"

           Thehostler,enchantedwiththegoodday’sworkhehaddone,returnedtotheyard.D’Artagnanunfoldedthepaper.

           "Well?"eagerlydemandedallhisthreefriends.

           "Nothingbutoneword!"saidd’Artagnan.

           "Yes,"saidAramis,"butthatonewordisthenameofsometownorvillage"

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