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To
this
Athos
replied
quietly
:
"
We
also
have
money
left
--
for
I
have
not
yet
drunk
all
my
share
of
the
diamond
,
and
Porthos
and
Aramis
have
not
eaten
all
theirs
.
We
can
therefore
use
up
four
horses
as
well
as
one
.
But
consider
,
d'Artagnan
,
"
added
he
,
in
a
tone
so
solemn
that
it
made
the
young
man
shudder
,
"
consider
that
Bethune
is
a
city
where
the
cardinal
has
given
rendezvous
to
a
woman
who
,
wherever
she
goes
,
brings
misery
with
her
.
If
you
had
only
to
deal
with
four
men
,
d'Artagnan
,
I
would
allow
you
to
go
alone
.
You
have
to
do
with
that
woman
!
We
four
will
go
;
and
I
hope
to
God
that
with
our
four
lackeys
we
may
be
in
sufficient
number
.
"
"
You
terrify
me
,
Athos
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
My
God
!
what
do
you
fear
?
"
"
Everything
!
"
replied
Athos
.
D'Artagnan
examined
the
countenances
of
his
companions
,
which
,
like
that
of
Athos
,
wore
an
impression
of
deep
anxiety
;
and
they
continued
their
route
as
fast
as
their
horses
could
carry
them
,
but
without
adding
another
word
.
On
the
evening
of
the
twenty-fifth
,
as
they
were
entering
Arras
,
and
as
d'Artagnan
was
dismounting
at
the
inn
of
the
Golden
Harrow
to
drink
a
glass
of
wine
,
a
horseman
came
out
of
the
post
yard
,
where
he
had
just
had
a
relay
,
started
off
at
a
gallop
,
and
with
a
fresh
horse
took
the
road
to
Paris
.
At
the
moment
he
passed
through
the
gateway
into
the
street
,
the
wind
blew
open
the
cloak
in
which
he
was
wrapped
,
although
it
was
in
the
month
of
August
,
and
lifted
his
hat
,
which
the
traveler
seized
with
his
hand
the
moment
it
had
left
his
head
,
pulling
it
eagerly
over
his
eyes
.
D'Artagnan
,
who
had
his
eyes
fixed
upon
this
man
,
became
very
pale
,
and
let
his
glass
fall
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
monsieur
?
"
said
Planchet
.
"
Oh
,
come
,
gentlemen
,
my
master
is
ill
!
"
The
three
friends
hastened
toward
d'Artagnan
,
who
,
instead
of
being
ill
,
ran
toward
his
horse
.
They
stopped
him
at
the
door
.
"
Well
,
where
the
devil
are
you
going
now
?
"
cried
Athos
.
