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Aramis
continued
,
"
And
yet
,
while
I
do
belong
to
the
earth
,
I
wish
to
speak
of
you
--
of
our
friends
.
"
"
And
on
my
part
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
I
wished
to
speak
of
you
,
but
I
find
you
so
completely
detached
from
everything
!
To
love
you
cry
,
'
Fie
!
Friends
are
shadows
!
The
world
is
a
sepulcher
!
'
"
"
Alas
,
you
will
find
it
so
yourself
,
"
said
Aramis
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
Well
,
then
,
let
us
say
no
more
about
it
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
"
and
let
us
burn
this
letter
,
which
,
no
doubt
,
announces
to
you
some
fresh
infidelity
of
your
GRISETTE
or
your
chambermaid
.
"
"
What
letter
?
"
cried
Aramis
,
eagerly
.
"
A
letter
which
was
sent
to
your
abode
in
your
absence
,
and
which
was
given
to
me
for
you
.
"
"
But
from
whom
is
that
letter
?
"
"
Oh
,
from
some
heartbroken
waiting
woman
,
some
desponding
GRISETTE
;
from
Madame
de
Chevreuse
's
chambermaid
,
perhaps
,
who
was
obliged
to
return
to
Tours
with
her
mistress
,
and
who
,
in
order
to
appear
smart
and
attractive
,
stole
some
perfumed
paper
,
and
sealed
her
letter
with
a
duchess
's
coronet
.
"
"
What
do
you
say
?
"
"
Hold
!
I
must
have
lost
it
,
"
said
the
young
man
maliciously
,
pretending
to
search
for
it
.
"
But
fortunately
the
world
is
a
sepulcher
;
the
men
,
and
consequently
the
women
,
are
but
shadows
,
and
love
is
a
sentiment
to
which
you
cry
,
'
Fie
!
Fie
!
'
"
