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"
It
is
he
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
pale
with
anger
,
and
with
the
sweat
on
his
brow
,
"
it
is
he
!
let
me
overtake
him
!
"
"
He
?
What
he
?
"
asked
Athos
.
"
He
,
that
man
!
"
"
What
man
?
"
"
That
cursed
man
,
my
evil
genius
,
whom
I
have
always
met
with
when
threatened
by
some
misfortune
,
he
who
accompanied
that
horrible
woman
when
I
met
her
for
the
first
time
,
he
whom
I
was
seeking
when
I
offended
our
Athos
,
he
whom
I
saw
on
the
very
morning
Madame
Bonacieux
was
abducted
.
I
have
seen
him
;
that
is
he
!
I
recognized
him
when
the
wind
blew
upon
his
cloak
.
"
"
The
devil
!
"
said
Athos
,
musingly
.
"
To
saddle
,
gentlemen
!
to
saddle
!
Let
us
pursue
him
,
and
we
shall
overtake
him
!
"
"
My
dear
friend
,
"
said
Aramis
,
"
remember
that
he
goes
in
an
opposite
direction
from
that
in
which
we
are
going
,
that
he
has
a
fresh
horse
,
and
ours
are
fatigued
,
so
that
we
shall
disable
our
own
horses
without
even
a
chance
of
overtaking
him
.
Let
the
man
go
,
d'Artagnan
;
let
us
save
the
woman
.
"
"
Monsieur
,
monsieur
!
"
cried
a
hostler
,
running
out
and
looking
after
the
stranger
,
"
monsieur
,
here
is
a
paper
which
dropped
out
of
your
hat
!
Eh
,
monsieur
,
eh
!
"
"
Friend
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
a
half-pistole
for
that
paper
!
"
