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"
That
's
true
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
then
first
thinking
of
the
costume
he
found
himself
in
,
"
that
's
true
.
But
dress
me
as
well
as
you
are
able
,
only
make
haste
;
think
,
my
dear
girl
,
it
's
life
and
death
!
"
Kitty
was
but
too
well
aware
of
that
.
In
a
turn
of
the
hand
she
muffled
him
up
in
a
flowered
robe
,
a
large
hood
,
and
a
cloak
.
She
gave
him
some
slippers
,
in
which
he
placed
his
naked
feet
,
and
then
conducted
him
down
the
stairs
.
It
was
time
.
Milady
had
already
rung
her
bell
,
and
roused
the
whole
hotel
.
The
porter
was
drawing
the
cord
at
the
moment
Milady
cried
from
her
window
,
"
Do
n't
open
!
"
The
young
man
fled
while
she
was
still
threatening
him
with
an
impotent
gesture
.
The
moment
she
lost
sight
of
him
,
Milady
tumbled
fainting
into
her
chamber
.
D'Artagnan
was
so
completely
bewildered
that
without
taking
any
heed
of
what
might
become
of
Kitty
he
ran
at
full
speed
across
half
Paris
,
and
did
not
stop
till
he
came
to
Athos
's
door
.
The
confusion
of
his
mind
,
the
terror
which
spurred
him
on
,
the
cries
of
some
of
the
patrol
who
started
in
pursuit
of
him
,
and
the
hooting
of
the
people
who
,
notwithstanding
the
early
hour
,
were
going
to
their
work
,
only
made
him
precipitate
his
course
.
He
crossed
the
court
,
ran
up
the
two
flights
to
Athos
's
apartment
,
and
knocked
at
the
door
enough
to
break
it
down
.
Grimaud
came
,
rubbing
his
half-open
eyes
,
to
answer
this
noisy
summons
,
and
d'Artagnan
sprang
with
such
violence
into
the
room
as
nearly
to
overturn
the
astonished
lackey
.
In
spite
of
his
habitual
silence
,
the
poor
lad
this
time
found
his
speech
.
"
Holloa
,
there
!
"
cried
he
;
"
what
do
you
want
,
you
strumpet
?
What
's
your
business
here
,
you
hussy
?
"
D'Artagnan
threw
off
his
hood
,
and
disengaged
his
hands
from
the
folds
of
the
cloak
.
At
sight
of
the
mustaches
and
the
naked
sword
,
the
poor
devil
perceived
he
had
to
deal
with
a
man
.
He
then
concluded
it
must
be
an
assassin
.
"
Help
!
murder
!
help
!
"
cried
he
.
