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"
Well
,
come
!
"
said
the
young
man
,
laughing
,
"
she
thinks
I
am
worth
something
.
A
hundred
louis
?
Well
,
that
was
a
temptation
for
two
wretches
like
you
.
I
understand
why
you
accepted
it
,
and
I
grant
you
my
pardon
;
but
upon
one
condition
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
said
the
soldier
,
uneasy
at
perceiving
that
all
was
not
over
.
"
That
you
will
go
and
fetch
me
the
letter
your
comrade
has
in
his
pocket
.
"
"
But
,
"
cried
the
bandit
,
"
that
is
only
another
way
of
killing
me
.
How
can
I
go
and
fetch
that
letter
under
the
fire
of
the
bastion
?
"
"
You
must
nevertheless
make
up
your
mind
to
go
and
get
it
,
or
I
swear
you
shall
die
by
my
hand
.
"
"
Pardon
,
monsieur
;
pity
!
In
the
name
of
that
young
lady
you
love
,
and
whom
you
perhaps
believe
dead
but
who
is
not
!
"
cried
the
bandit
,
throwing
himself
upon
his
knees
and
leaning
upon
his
hand
--
for
he
began
to
lose
his
strength
with
his
blood
.
"
And
how
do
you
know
there
is
a
young
woman
whom
I
love
,
and
that
I
believed
that
woman
dead
?
"
asked
d'Artagnan
.
"
By
that
letter
which
my
comrade
has
in
his
pocket
.
"
"
You
see
,
then
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
that
I
must
have
that
letter
.
So
no
more
delay
,
no
more
hesitation
;
or
else
whatever
may
be
my
repugnance
to
soiling
my
sword
a
second
time
with
the
blood
of
a
wretch
like
you
,
I
swear
by
my
faith
as
an
honest
man
--
"
and
at
these
words
d'Artagnan
made
so
fierce
a
gesture
that
the
wounded
man
sprang
up
.
