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"
We
are
lost
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
in
the
ear
of
Athos
.
"
You
mean
to
say
we
have
lost
,
"
said
Athos
,
quietly
,
drawing
four
pistoles
from
his
pocket
and
throwing
them
upon
the
table
.
"
Come
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
he
,
"
they
are
beating
the
tattoo
.
Let
us
to
bed
!
"
And
Athos
went
out
of
the
Parpaillot
,
followed
by
d'Artagnan
.
Aramis
came
behind
,
giving
his
arm
to
Porthos
.
Aramis
mumbled
verses
to
himself
,
and
Porthos
from
time
to
time
pulled
a
hair
or
two
from
his
mustache
,
in
sign
of
despair
.
But
all
at
once
a
shadow
appeared
in
the
darkness
the
outline
of
which
was
familiar
to
d'Artagnan
,
and
a
well-known
voice
said
,
"
Monsieur
,
I
have
brought
your
cloak
;
it
is
chilly
this
evening
.
"
"
Planchet
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
beside
himself
with
joy
.
"
Planchet
!
"
repeated
Aramis
and
Porthos
.
"
Well
,
yes
,
Planchet
,
to
be
sure
,
"
said
Athos
,
"
what
is
there
so
astonishing
in
that
?
He
promised
to
be
back
by
eight
o'clock
,
and
eight
is
striking
.
Bravo
,
Planchet
,
you
are
a
lad
of
your
word
,
and
if
ever
you
leave
your
master
,
I
will
promise
you
a
place
in
my
service
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
never
,
"
said
Planchet
,
"
I
will
never
leave
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
.
"
At
the
same
time
d'Artagnan
felt
that
Planchet
slipped
a
note
into
his
hand
.
