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At
this
moment
Planchet
brought
out
Athos
's
house
;
the
Musketeer
leaped
lightly
into
the
saddle
.
"
Wait
for
me
,
"
cried
he
,
"
I
will
soon
be
back
,
"
and
he
set
off
at
a
gallop
.
In
a
quarter
of
an
hour
he
returned
,
accompanied
by
a
tall
man
,
masked
,
and
wrapped
in
a
large
red
cloak
Lord
de
Winter
and
the
three
Musketeers
looked
at
one
another
inquiringly
.
Neither
could
give
the
others
any
information
,
for
all
were
ignorant
who
this
man
could
be
;
nevertheless
,
they
felt
convinced
that
all
was
as
it
should
be
,
as
it
was
done
by
the
order
of
Athos
.
At
nine
o'clock
,
guided
by
Planchet
,
the
little
cavalcade
set
out
,
taking
the
route
the
carriage
had
taken
.
It
was
a
melancholy
sight
--
that
of
these
six
men
,
traveling
in
silence
,
each
plunged
in
his
own
thoughts
,
sad
as
despair
,
gloomy
as
chastisement
.
It
was
a
stormy
and
dark
night
;
vast
clouds
covered
the
heavens
,
concealing
the
stars
;
the
moon
would
not
rise
till
midnight
.
Occasionally
,
by
the
light
of
a
flash
of
lightning
which
gleamed
along
the
horizon
,
the
road
stretched
itself
before
them
,
white
and
solitary
;
the
flash
extinct
,
all
remained
in
darkness
.
Every
minute
Athos
was
forced
to
restrain
d'Artagnan
,
constantly
in
advance
of
the
little
troop
,
and
to
beg
him
to
keep
in
the
line
,
which
in
an
instant
he
again
departed
from
.
He
had
but
one
thought
--
to
go
forward
;
and
he
went
.
They
passed
in
silence
through
the
little
village
of
Festubert
,
where
the
wounded
servant
was
,
and
then
skirted
the
wood
of
Richebourg
.
At
Herlier
,
Planchet
,
who
led
the
column
,
turned
to
the
left
.
