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At
this
instant
the
tapestry
was
raised
and
a
noble
and
handsome
head
,
but
frightfully
pale
,
appeared
under
the
fringe
.
"
Athos
!
"
cried
the
two
Musketeers
.
"
Athos
!
"
repeated
M.
de
Treville
himself
.
"
You
have
sent
for
me
,
sir
,
"
said
Athos
to
M.
de
Treville
,
in
a
feeble
yet
perfectly
calm
voice
,
"
you
have
sent
for
me
,
as
my
comrades
inform
me
,
and
I
have
hastened
to
receive
your
orders
.
I
am
here
;
what
do
you
want
with
me
?
"
And
at
these
words
,
the
Musketeer
,
in
irreproachable
costume
,
belted
as
usual
,
with
a
tolerably
firm
step
,
entered
the
cabinet
.
M.
de
Treville
,
moved
to
the
bottom
of
his
heart
by
this
proof
of
courage
,
sprang
toward
him
.
"
I
was
about
to
say
to
these
gentlemen
,
"
added
he
,
"
that
I
forbid
my
Musketeers
to
expose
their
lives
needlessly
;
for
brave
men
are
very
dear
to
the
king
,
and
the
king
knows
that
his
Musketeers
are
the
bravest
on
the
earth
.
Your
hand
,
Athos
!
"
And
without
waiting
for
the
answer
of
the
newcomer
to
this
proof
of
affection
,
M.
de
Treville
seized
his
right
hand
and
pressed
it
with
all
his
might
,
without
perceiving
that
Athos
,
whatever
might
be
his
self-command
,
allowed
a
slight
murmur
of
pain
to
escape
him
,
and
if
possible
,
grew
paler
than
he
was
before
.
The
door
had
remained
open
,
so
strong
was
the
excitement
produced
by
the
arrival
of
Athos
,
whose
wound
,
though
kept
as
a
secret
,
was
known
to
all
.
A
burst
of
satisfaction
hailed
the
last
words
of
the
captain
;
and
two
or
three
heads
,
carried
away
by
the
enthusiasm
of
the
moment
,
appeared
through
the
openings
of
the
tapestry
.
M.
de
Treville
was
about
to
reprehend
this
breach
of
the
rules
of
etiquette
,
when
he
felt
the
hand
of
Athos
,
who
had
rallied
all
his
energies
to
contend
against
pain
,
at
length
overcome
by
it
,
fell
upon
the
floor
as
if
he
were
dead
.
"
A
surgeon
!
"
cried
M.
de
Treville
,
"
mine
!
The
king
's
!
The
best
!
A
surgeon
!
Or
,
s
'
blood
,
my
brave
Athos
will
die
!
"
At
the
cries
of
M.
de
Treville
,
the
whole
assemblage
rushed
into
the
cabinet
,
he
not
thinking
to
shut
the
door
against
anyone
,
and
all
crowded
round
the
wounded
man
.
But
all
this
eager
attention
might
have
been
useless
if
the
doctor
so
loudly
called
for
had
not
chanced
to
be
in
the
hotel
.
