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Upon
being
informed
that
the
person
who
wanted
to
speak
to
him
came
from
Tours
,
we
have
seen
with
what
rapidity
the
young
man
followed
,
or
rather
went
before
,
Bazin
;
he
ran
without
stopping
from
the
Rue
Ferou
to
the
Rue
de
Vaugirard
.
On
entering
he
found
a
man
of
short
stature
and
intelligent
eyes
,
but
covered
with
rags
.
"
You
have
asked
for
me
?
"
said
the
Musketeer
.
"
I
wish
to
speak
with
Monsieur
Aramis
.
Is
that
your
name
,
monsieur
?
"
"
My
very
own
.
You
have
brought
me
something
?
"
"
Yes
,
if
you
show
me
a
certain
embroidered
handkerchief
.
"
"
Here
it
is
,
"
said
Aramis
,
taking
a
small
key
from
his
breast
and
opening
a
little
ebony
box
inlaid
with
mother
of
pearl
,
"
here
it
is
.
Look
.
"
"
That
is
right
,
"
replied
the
mendicant
;
"
dismiss
your
lackey
.
"
In
fact
,
Bazin
,
curious
to
know
what
the
mendicant
could
want
with
his
master
,
kept
pace
with
him
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
arrived
almost
at
the
same
time
he
did
;
but
his
quickness
was
not
of
much
use
to
him
.
At
the
hint
from
the
mendicant
his
master
made
him
a
sign
to
retire
,
and
he
was
obliged
to
obey
.
Bazin
gone
,
the
mendicant
cast
a
rapid
glance
around
him
in
order
to
be
sure
that
nobody
could
either
see
or
hear
him
,
and
opening
his
ragged
vest
,
badly
held
together
by
a
leather
strap
,
he
began
to
rip
the
upper
part
of
his
doublet
,
from
which
he
drew
a
letter
.
Aramis
uttered
a
cry
of
joy
at
the
sight
of
the
seal
,
kissed
the
superscription
with
an
almost
religious
respect
,
and
opened
the
epistle
,
which
contained
what
follows
:
