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Milady
smiled
with
a
strange
smile
.
"
Then
you
love
me
?
"
said
she
.
"
Have
I
any
need
to
tell
you
so
?
Have
you
not
perceived
it
?
"
"
It
may
be
;
but
you
know
the
more
hearts
are
worth
the
capture
,
the
more
difficult
they
are
to
be
won
.
"
"
Oh
,
difficulties
do
not
affright
me
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
I
shrink
before
nothing
but
impossibilities
.
"
"
Nothing
is
impossible
,
"
replied
Milady
,
"
to
true
love
.
"
"
Nothing
,
madame
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
replied
Milady
.
"
The
devil
!
"
thought
d'Artagnan
.
"
The
note
is
changed
.
Is
she
going
to
fall
in
love
with
me
,
by
chance
,
this
fair
inconstant
;
and
will
she
be
disposed
to
give
me
myself
another
sapphire
like
that
which
she
gave
me
for
de
Wardes
?
"
D'Artagnan
rapidly
drew
his
seat
nearer
to
Milady
's
.
