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"
For
me
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
"
are
you
sure
of
that
?
"
"
PARDIEU
,
monsieur
,
I
ca
n't
be
more
sure
.
The
SOUBRETTE
said
,
'
For
your
master
.
'
I
have
no
other
master
but
you
;
so
--
a
pretty
little
lass
,
my
faith
,
is
that
SOUBRETTE
!
"
D'Artagnan
opened
the
letter
,
and
read
these
words
:
"
A
person
who
takes
more
interest
in
you
than
she
is
willing
to
confess
wishes
to
know
on
what
day
it
will
suit
you
to
walk
in
the
forest
?
Tomorrow
,
at
the
Hotel
Field
of
the
Cloth
of
Gold
,
a
lackey
in
black
and
red
will
wait
for
your
reply
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
this
is
rather
warm
;
it
appears
that
Milady
and
I
are
anxious
about
the
health
of
the
same
person
.
Well
,
Planchet
,
how
is
the
good
Monsieur
de
Wardes
?
He
is
not
dead
,
then
?
"
"
No
,
monsieur
,
he
is
as
well
as
a
man
can
be
with
four
sword
wounds
in
his
body
;
for
you
,
without
question
,
inflicted
four
upon
the
dear
gentleman
,
and
he
is
still
very
weak
,
having
lost
almost
all
his
blood
.
As
I
said
,
monsieur
,
Lubin
did
not
know
me
,
and
told
me
our
adventure
from
one
end
to
the
other
.
"
"
Well
done
,
Planchet
!
you
are
the
king
of
lackeys
.
Now
jump
onto
your
horse
,
and
let
us
overtake
the
carriage
.
"
This
did
not
take
long
.
At
the
end
of
five
minutes
they
perceived
the
carriage
drawn
up
by
the
roadside
;
a
cavalier
,
richly
dressed
,
was
close
to
the
door
.
The
conversation
between
Milady
and
the
cavalier
was
so
animated
that
d'Artagnan
stopped
on
the
other
side
of
the
carriage
without
anyone
but
the
pretty
SOUBRETTE
perceiving
his
presence
.
