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"
Yes
,
go
.
"
"
May
the
blessings
of
heaven
fall
upon
Monsieur
!
But
it
is
not
the
less
true
that
that
letter
--
"
And
Planchet
retired
,
shaking
his
head
with
an
air
of
doubt
,
which
the
liberality
of
d'Artagnan
had
not
entirely
effaced
.
Left
alone
,
d'Artagnan
read
and
reread
his
billet
.
Then
he
kissed
and
rekissed
twenty
times
the
lines
traced
by
the
hand
of
his
beautiful
mistress
.
At
length
he
went
to
bed
,
fell
asleep
,
and
had
golden
dreams
.
At
seven
o'clock
in
the
morning
he
arose
and
called
Planchet
,
who
at
the
second
summons
opened
the
door
,
his
countenance
not
yet
quite
freed
from
the
anxiety
of
the
preceding
night
.
"
Planchet
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
I
am
going
out
for
all
day
,
perhaps
.
You
are
,
therefore
,
your
own
master
till
seven
o'clock
in
the
evening
;
but
at
seven
o'clock
you
must
hold
yourself
in
readiness
with
two
horses
.
"
"
There
!
"
said
Planchet
.
"
We
are
going
again
,
it
appears
,
to
have
our
hides
pierced
in
all
sorts
of
ways
.
"
"
You
will
take
your
musketoon
and
your
pistols
.
"
"
There
,
now
!
Did
n't
I
say
so
?
"
cried
Planchet
.
"
I
was
sure
of
it
--
the
cursed
letter
!
"
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
you
idiot
;
there
is
nothing
in
hand
but
a
party
of
pleasure
.
"
