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Aramis
accordingly
took
the
quill
,
reflected
for
a
few
moments
,
wrote
eight
or
ten
lines
in
a
charming
little
female
hand
,
and
then
with
a
voice
soft
and
slow
,
as
if
each
word
had
been
scrupulously
weighed
,
he
read
the
following
:
"
My
Lord
,
The
person
who
writes
these
few
lines
had
the
honor
of
crossing
swords
with
you
in
the
little
enclosure
of
the
Rue
d'Enfer
.
As
you
have
several
times
since
declared
yourself
the
friend
of
that
person
,
he
thinks
it
his
duty
to
respond
to
that
friendship
by
sending
you
important
information
.
Twice
you
have
nearly
been
the
victim
of
a
near
relative
,
whom
you
believe
to
be
your
heir
because
you
are
ignorant
that
before
she
contracted
a
marriage
in
England
she
was
already
married
in
France
.
But
the
third
time
,
which
is
the
present
,
you
may
succumb
.
Your
relative
left
La
Rochelle
for
England
during
the
night
.
Watch
her
arrival
,
for
she
has
great
and
terrible
projects
.
If
you
require
to
know
positively
what
she
is
capable
of
,
read
her
past
history
on
her
left
shoulder
.
"
"
Well
,
now
that
will
do
wonderfully
well
,
"
said
Athos
.
"
My
dear
Aramis
,
you
have
the
pen
of
a
secretary
of
state
.
Lord
de
Winter
will
now
be
upon
his
guard
if
the
letter
should
reach
him
;
and
even
if
it
should
fall
into
the
hands
of
the
cardinal
,
we
shall
not
be
compromised
.
But
as
the
lackey
who
goes
may
make
us
believe
he
has
been
to
London
and
may
stop
at
Chatellerault
,
let
us
give
him
only
half
the
sum
promised
him
,
with
the
letter
,
with
an
agreement
that
he
shall
have
the
other
half
in
exchange
for
the
reply
.
Have
you
the
diamond
?
"
continued
Athos
.
"
I
have
what
is
still
better
.
I
have
the
price
;
"
and
d'Artagnan
threw
the
bag
upon
the
table
.
At
the
sound
of
the
gold
Aramis
raised
his
eyes
and
Porthos
started
.
As
to
Athos
,
he
remained
unmoved
.
"
How
much
in
that
little
bag
?
"
"
Seven
thousand
livres
,
in
louis
of
twelve
francs
.
"
"
Seven
thousand
livres
!
"
cried
Porthos
.
"
That
poor
little
diamond
was
worth
seven
thousand
livres
?
"
"
It
appears
so
,
"
said
Athos
,
"
since
here
they
are
.
I
do
n't
suppose
that
our
friend
d'Artagnan
has
added
any
of
his
own
to
the
amount
.
"
"
But
,
gentlemen
,
in
all
this
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
we
do
not
think
of
the
queen
.
Let
us
take
some
heed
of
the
welfare
of
her
dear
Buckingham
.
That
is
the
least
we
owe
her
.
"
