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What
he
had
clearly
gained
in
all
this
was
the
diamond
,
worth
five
or
six
thousand
livres
,
which
he
wore
on
his
finger
;
and
even
this
diamond
--
supposing
that
d'Artagnan
,
in
his
projects
of
ambition
,
wished
to
keep
it
,
to
make
it
someday
a
pledge
for
the
gratitude
of
the
queen
--
had
not
in
the
meanwhile
,
since
he
could
not
part
with
it
,
more
value
than
the
gravel
he
trod
under
his
feet
.
We
say
the
gravel
he
trod
under
his
feet
,
for
d'Artagnan
made
these
reflections
while
walking
solitarily
along
a
pretty
little
road
which
led
from
the
camp
to
the
village
of
Angoutin
.
Now
,
these
reflections
had
led
him
further
than
he
intended
,
and
the
day
was
beginning
to
decline
when
,
by
the
last
ray
of
the
setting
sun
,
he
thought
he
saw
the
barrel
of
a
musket
glitter
from
behind
a
hedge
.
D'Artagnan
had
a
quick
eye
and
a
prompt
understanding
.
He
comprehended
that
the
musket
had
not
come
there
of
itself
,
and
that
he
who
bore
it
had
not
concealed
himself
behind
a
hedge
with
any
friendly
intentions
.
He
determined
,
therefore
,
to
direct
his
course
as
clear
from
it
as
he
could
when
,
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
,
from
behind
a
rock
,
he
perceived
the
extremity
of
another
musket
.
This
was
evidently
an
ambuscade
.
The
young
man
cast
a
glance
at
the
first
musket
and
saw
,
with
a
certain
degree
of
inquietude
,
that
it
was
leveled
in
his
direction
;
but
as
soon
as
he
perceived
that
the
orifice
of
the
barrel
was
motionless
,
he
threw
himself
upon
the
ground
.
At
the
same
instant
the
gun
was
fired
,
and
he
heard
the
whistling
of
a
ball
pass
over
his
head
.
No
time
was
to
be
lost
.
D'Artagnan
sprang
up
with
a
bound
,
and
at
the
same
instant
the
ball
from
the
other
musket
tore
up
the
gravel
on
the
very
spot
on
the
road
where
he
had
thrown
himself
with
his
face
to
the
ground
.
D'Artagnan
was
not
one
of
those
foolhardy
men
who
seek
a
ridiculous
death
in
order
that
it
may
be
said
of
them
that
they
did
not
retreat
a
single
step
.
Besides
,
courage
was
out
of
the
question
here
;
d'Artagnan
had
fallen
into
an
ambush
.
"
If
there
is
a
third
shot
,
"
said
he
to
himself
,
"
I
am
a
lost
man
.
"
He
immediately
,
therefore
,
took
to
his
heels
and
ran
toward
the
camp
,
with
the
swiftness
of
the
young
men
of
his
country
,
so
renowned
for
their
agility
;
but
whatever
might
be
his
speed
,
the
first
who
fired
,
having
had
time
to
reload
,
fired
a
second
shot
,
and
this
time
so
well
aimed
that
it
struck
his
hat
,
and
carried
it
ten
paces
from
him
.
As
he
,
however
,
had
no
other
hat
,
he
picked
up
this
as
he
ran
,
and
arrived
at
his
quarters
very
pale
and
quite
out
of
breath
.
He
sat
down
without
saying
a
word
to
anybody
,
and
began
to
reflect
.
