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From: | Morgan Warren |
Subject: | funeral home brilliance |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 16:52:35 +0200 |
DArtagnan, in order that there might be notime
lost, had saddled his horse himself. Monsieur, I followed them from curiosity, so
that I saw thecombat without the combatants seeing me. And you are very virtuous,
are you not, Planchet?
Poor woman, poor woman,what have they done with
you? On approaching the house, he perceived M.
Butwhere the devil were you gladding last night, my
young master?
Both were stained with splashes of mud of the
sameappearance. Planchet was armed with his musketoon and a pistol.
About half an hour ago, while you were at Monsieur
deTrevilles.
Ah, monsieur, you infuse genuine balm into my
blood.
Oh, nothing which was not right in the character of
a creditor. Because, monsieur, some mischief might happen to you.
Everything in the apartment gaveevidence of a
violent and desperate struggle.
I think not, monsieur, unless something new should
happen.
Because a mistress is one of the cardinals favorite
means; hehas not one that is more expeditious.
It is notMonsieur Porthos that your Lordship
means?
DArtagnan began now really to fear that something
had happenedto Mme.
By the word of a gentleman, you shall have no cause
torepent of your confidence. You will do me honor, monsieur, said
dArtagnan.
Ah, monsieur, you may take my word when I tell you
anything. By the word of a gentleman, you shall have no cause torepent of your
confidence.
You think, then, I have something to
dread?
Butwhere the devil were you gladding last night, my
young master?
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