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"
Oh
,
you
love
her
still
,
"
said
Kitty
,
who
had
not
taken
her
eyes
off
the
young
man
's
countenance
for
an
instant
.
"
No
,
Kitty
,
you
are
mistaken
.
I
do
not
love
her
,
but
I
will
avenge
myself
for
her
contempt
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
know
what
sort
of
vengeance
!
You
told
me
that
!
"
"
What
matters
it
to
you
,
Kitty
?
You
know
it
is
you
alone
whom
I
love
.
"
"
How
can
I
know
that
?
"
"
By
the
scorn
I
will
throw
upon
her
.
"
D'Artagnan
took
a
pen
and
wrote
:
Madame
,
Until
the
present
moment
I
could
not
believe
that
it
was
to
me
your
first
two
letters
were
addressed
,
so
unworthy
did
I
feel
myself
of
such
an
honor
;
besides
,
I
was
so
seriously
indisposed
that
I
could
not
in
any
case
have
replied
to
them
.
But
now
I
am
forced
to
believe
in
the
excess
of
your
kindness
,
since
not
only
your
letter
but
your
servant
assures
me
that
I
have
the
good
fortune
to
be
beloved
by
you
.
She
has
no
occasion
to
teach
me
the
way
in
which
a
man
of
spirit
may
obtain
his
pardon
.
I
will
come
and
ask
mine
at
eleven
o'clock
this
evening
.
