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"
Good
God
!
"
cried
he
,
laughing
,
"
I
quite
despair
of
my
poor
Michon
;
she
will
never
write
like
Monsieur
de
Voiture
.
"
"
What
does
you
mean
by
boor
Michon
?
"
said
the
Swiss
,
who
was
chatting
with
the
four
friends
when
the
letter
came
.
"
Oh
,
pardieu
,
less
than
nothing
,
"
said
Aramis
;
"
a
charming
little
seamstress
,
whom
I
love
dearly
and
from
whose
hand
I
requested
a
few
lines
as
a
sort
of
keepsake
.
"
"
The
duvil
!
"
said
the
Swiss
,
"
if
she
is
as
great
a
lady
as
her
writing
is
large
,
you
are
a
lucky
fellow
,
gomrade
!
"
Aramis
read
the
letter
,
and
passed
it
to
Athos
.
"
See
what
she
writes
to
me
,
Athos
,
"
said
he
.
Athos
cast
a
glance
over
the
epistle
,
and
to
disperse
all
the
suspicions
that
might
have
been
created
,
read
aloud
:
"
My
cousin
,
My
sister
and
I
are
skillful
in
interpreting
dreams
,
and
even
entertain
great
fear
of
them
;
but
of
yours
it
may
be
said
,
I
hope
,
every
dream
is
an
illusion
.
Adieu
!
Take
care
of
yourself
,
and
act
so
that
we
may
from
time
to
time
hear
you
spoken
of
.
"
Marie
Michon
"
"
And
what
dream
does
she
mean
?
"
asked
the
dragoon
,
who
had
approached
during
the
reading
.
