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"
I
say
that
it
was
you
who
gave
me
the
wine
;
I
say
that
it
was
you
who
desired
me
to
drink
it
.
I
say
you
wished
to
avenge
yourself
on
me
,
and
I
say
that
it
is
horrible
!
"
"
Do
not
think
so
,
Brisemont
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
"
do
not
think
so
.
I
swear
to
you
,
I
protest
--
"
"
Oh
,
but
God
is
above
!
God
will
punish
you
!
My
God
,
grant
that
he
may
one
day
suffer
what
I
suffer
!
"
"
Upon
the
Gospel
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
throwing
himself
down
by
the
dying
man
,
"
I
swear
to
you
that
the
wine
was
poisoned
and
that
I
was
going
to
drink
of
it
as
you
did
.
"
"
I
do
not
believe
you
,
"
cried
the
soldier
,
and
he
expired
amid
horrible
tortures
.
"
Frightful
!
frightful
!
"
murmured
Athos
,
while
Porthos
broke
the
bottles
and
Aramis
gave
orders
,
a
little
too
late
,
that
a
confessor
should
be
sent
for
.
"
Oh
,
my
friends
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
you
come
once
more
to
save
my
life
,
not
only
mine
but
that
of
these
gentlemen
.
Gentlemen
,
"
continued
he
,
addressing
the
Guardsmen
,
"
I
request
you
will
be
silent
with
regard
to
this
adventure
.
Great
personages
may
have
had
a
hand
in
what
you
have
seen
,
and
if
talked
about
,
the
evil
would
only
recoil
upon
us
.
"
"
Ah
,
monsieur
!
"
stammered
Planchet
,
more
dead
than
alive
,
"
ah
,
monsieur
,
what
an
escape
I
have
had
!
"
"
How
,
sirrah
!
you
were
going
to
drink
my
wine
?
"
"
To
the
health
of
the
king
,
monsieur
;
I
was
going
to
drink
a
small
glass
of
it
if
Fourreau
had
not
told
me
I
was
called
.
"
