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"
His
name
;
his
name
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
Read
the
address
.
"
"
Monsieur
El
Comte
de
Wardes
.
"
The
remembrance
of
the
scene
at
St.
Germain
presented
itself
to
the
mind
of
the
presumptuous
Gascon
.
As
quick
as
thought
,
he
tore
open
the
letter
,
in
spite
of
the
cry
which
Kitty
uttered
on
seeing
what
he
was
going
to
do
,
or
rather
,
what
he
was
doing
.
"
Oh
,
good
Lord
,
Monsieur
Chevalier
,
"
said
she
,
"
what
are
you
doing
?
"
"
I
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
"
nothing
,
"
and
he
read
,
"
You
have
not
answered
my
first
note
.
Are
you
indisposed
,
or
have
you
forgotten
the
glances
you
favored
me
with
at
the
ball
of
Mme.
de
Guise
?
You
have
an
opportunity
now
,
Count
;
do
not
allow
it
to
escape
.
"
d'Artagnan
became
very
pale
;
he
was
wounded
in
his
SELF-love
:
he
thought
that
it
was
in
his
LOVE
.
"
Poor
dear
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
,
"
said
Kitty
,
in
a
voice
full
of
compassion
,
and
pressing
anew
the
young
man
's
hand
.
"
You
pity
me
,
little
one
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
