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"
I
never
jest
.
"
"
Let
me
pass
!
"
"
You
shall
not
pass
.
"
"
My
brave
young
man
,
I
will
blow
out
your
brains
.
HOLA
,
Lubin
,
my
pistols
!
"
"
Planchet
,
"
called
out
d'Artagnan
,
"
take
care
of
the
lackey
;
I
will
manage
the
master
.
"
Planchet
,
emboldened
by
the
first
exploit
,
sprang
upon
Lubin
;
and
being
strong
and
vigorous
,
he
soon
got
him
on
the
broad
of
his
back
,
and
placed
his
knee
upon
his
breast
.
"
Go
on
with
your
affair
,
monsieur
,
"
cried
Planchet
;
"
I
have
finished
mine
.
"
Seeing
this
,
the
gentleman
drew
his
sword
,
and
sprang
upon
d'Artagnan
;
but
he
had
too
strong
an
adversary
.
In
three
seconds
d'Artagnan
had
wounded
him
three
times
,
exclaiming
at
each
thrust
,
"
One
for
Athos
,
one
for
Porthos
;
and
one
for
Aramis
!
"
At
the
third
hit
the
gentleman
fell
like
a
log
.
D'Artagnan
believed
him
to
be
dead
,
or
at
least
insensible
,
and
went
toward
him
for
the
purpose
of
taking
the
order
;
but
the
moment
he
extended
his
hand
to
search
for
it
,
the
wounded
man
,
who
had
not
dropped
his
sword
,
plunged
the
point
into
d'Artagnan
's
breast
,
crying
,
"
One
for
you
!
"
"
And
one
for
me
--
the
best
for
last
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
furious
,
nailing
him
to
the
earth
with
a
fourth
thrust
through
his
body
.
