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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Habitually he spoke little and slowly, bowed frequently, laughed without noise, showing his teeth, which were fine and of which, as the rest of his person, he appeared to take great care. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | He answered the appeal of his friend by an affirmative nod of the head. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | This affirmation appeared to dispel all doubts with regard to the baldric. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | They continued to admire it, but said no more about it; and with a rapid change of thought, the conversation passed suddenly to another subject. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “What do you think of the story Chalais’s esquire relates?” asked another Musketeer, without addressing anyone in particular, but on the contrary speaking to everybody. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “And what does he say?” asked Porthos, in a self-sufficient tone. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “He relates that he met at Brussels Rochefort, the âme damnée of the cardinal disguised as a Capuchin, and that this cursed Rochefort, thanks to his disguise, had tricked Monsieur de Laigues, like a ninny as he is.” “A ninny, indeed!” said Porthos; “but is the matter certain?” “I had it from Aramis,” replied the Musketeer. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Indeed?” “Why, you knew it, Porthos,” said Aramis. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “I told you of it yesterday. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Let us say no more about it.” “Say no more about it? | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | That’s your opinion!” replied Porthos. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Say no more about it! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Peste! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | You come to your conclusions quickly. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | What! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | The cardinal sets a spy upon a gentleman, has his letters stolen from him by means of a traitor, a brigand, a rascal—has, with the help of this spy and thanks to this correspondence, Chalais’s throat cut, under the stupid pretext that he wanted to kill the king and marry Monsieur to the queen! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Nobody knew a word of this enigma. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | You unraveled it yesterday to the great satisfaction of all; and while we are still gaping with wonder at the news, you come and tell us today, ‘Let us say no more about it.’” “Well, then, let us talk about it, since you desire it,” replied Aramis, patiently. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “This Rochefort,” cried Porthos, “if I were the esquire of poor Chalais, should pass a minute or two very uncomfortably with me.” “And you—you would pass rather a sad quarter-hour with the Red Duke,” replied Aramis. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Oh, the Red Duke! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Bravo! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Bravo! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | The Red Duke!” cried Porthos, clapping his hands and nodding his head. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “The Red Duke is capital. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | I’ll circulate that saying, be assured, my dear fellow. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Who says this Aramis is not a wit? | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | What a misfortune it is you did not follow your first vocation; what a delicious abbé you would have made!” “Oh, it’s only a temporary postponement,” replied Aramis; “I shall be one someday. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | You very well know, Porthos, that I continue to study theology for that purpose.” “He will be one, as he says,” cried Porthos; “he will be one, sooner or later.” “Sooner,” said Aramis. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “He only waits for one thing to determine him to resume his cassock, which hangs behind his uniform,” said another Musketeer. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “What is he waiting for?” asked another. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Only till the queen has given an heir to the crown of France.” “No jesting upon that subject, gentlemen,” said Porthos; “thank God the queen is still of an age to give one!” “They say that Monsieur de Buckingham is in France,” replied Aramis, with a significant smile which gave to this sentence, apparently so simple, a tolerably scandalous meaning. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Aramis, my good friend, this time you are wrong,” interrupted Porthos. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Your wit is always leading you beyond bounds; if Monsieur de Tréville heard you, you would repent of speaking thus.” “Are you going to give me a lesson, Porthos?” cried Aramis, from whose usually mild eye a flash passed like lightning. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “My dear fellow, be a Musketeer or an abbé. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Be one or the other, but not both,” replied Porthos. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “You know what Athos told you the other day; you eat at everybody’s mess. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Ah, don’t be angry, I beg of you, that would be useless; you know what is agreed upon between you, Athos and me. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | You go to Madame d’Aguillon’s, and you pay your court to her; you go to Madame de Bois-Tracy’s, the cousin of Madame de Chevreuse, and you pass for being far advanced in the good graces of that lady. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Oh, good Lord! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Don’t trouble yourself to reveal your good luck; no one asks for your secret—all the world knows your discretion. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | But since you possess that virtue, why the devil don’t you make use of it with respect to her Majesty? | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Let whoever likes talk of the king and the cardinal, and how he likes; but the queen is sacred, and if anyone speaks of her, let it be respectfully.” “Porthos, you are as vain as Narcissus; I plainly tell you so,” replied Aramis. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “You know I hate moralizing, except when it is done by Athos. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | As to you, good sir, you wear too magnificent a baldric to be strong on that head. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | I will be an abbé if it suits me. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | In the meanwhile I am a Musketeer; in that quality I say what I please, and at this moment it pleases me to say that you weary me.” “Aramis!” “Porthos!” “Gentlemen! | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | Gentlemen!” cried the surrounding group. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | “Monsieur de Tréville awaits Monsieur d’Artagnan,” cried a servant, throwing open the door of the cabinet. | 2 |
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THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TRÉVILLE | At this announcement, during which the door remained open, everyone became mute, and amid the general silence the young man crossed part of the length of the antechamber, and entered the apartment of the captain of the Musketeers, congratulating himself with all his heart at having so narrowly escaped the end of this strange quarrel. | 2 |
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THE AUDIENCE | M. de Tréville was at the moment in rather ill-humor, nevertheless he saluted the young man politely, who bowed to the very ground; and he smiled on receiving D’Artagnan’s response, the Béarnese accent of which recalled to him at the same time his youth and his country—a double remembrance which makes a man smile at all ages; but stepping toward the antechamber and making a sign to D’Artagnan with his hand, as if to ask his permission to finish with others before he began with him, he called three times, with a louder voice at each time, so that he ran through the intervening tones between the imperative accent and the angry accent. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “Athos! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Porthos! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Aramis!” The two Musketeers with whom we have already made acquaintance, and who answered to the last of these three names, immediately quitted the group of which they had formed a part, and advanced toward the cabinet, the door of which closed after them as soon as they had entered. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Their appearance, although it was not quite at ease, excited by its carelessness, at once full of dignity and submission, the admiration of D’Artagnan, who beheld in these two men demigods, and in their leader an Olympian Jupiter, armed with all his thunders. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | When the two Musketeers had entered; when the door was closed behind them; when the buzzing murmur of the antechamber, to which the summons which had been made had doubtless furnished fresh food, had recommenced; when M. de Tréville had three or four times paced in silence, and with a frowning brow, the whole length of his cabinet, passing each time before Porthos and Aramis, who were as upright and silent as if on parade—he stopped all at once full in front of them, and covering them from head to foot with an angry look, “Do you know what the king said to me,” cried he, “and that no longer ago than yesterday evening—do you know, gentlemen?” “No,” replied the two Musketeers, after a moment’s silence, “no, sir, we do not.” “But I hope that you will do us the honor to tell us,” added Aramis, in his politest tone and with his most graceful bow. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “He told me that he should henceforth recruit his Musketeers from among the Guards of Monsieur the Cardinal.” “The Guards of the cardinal! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | And why so?” asked Porthos, warmly. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “Because he plainly perceives that his piquette* stands in need of being enlivened by a mixture of good wine.” * A watered liquor, made from the second pressing of the grape. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | The two Musketeers reddened to the whites of their eyes. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | D’Artagnan did not know where he was, and wished himself a hundred feet underground. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “Yes, yes,” continued M. de Tréville, growing warmer as he spoke, “and his majesty was right; for, upon my honor, it is true that the Musketeers make but a miserable figure at court. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | The cardinal related yesterday while playing with the king, with an air of condolence very displeasing to me, that the day before yesterday those damned Musketeers, those daredevils—he dwelt upon those words with an ironical tone still more displeasing to me—those braggarts, added he, glancing at me with his tiger-cat’s eye, had made a riot in the Rue Férou in a cabaret, and that a party of his Guards (I thought he was going to laugh in my face) had been forced to arrest the rioters! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Morbleu! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | You must know something about it. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Arrest Musketeers! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | You were among them—you were! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Don’t deny it; you were recognized, and the cardinal named you. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | But it’s all my fault; yes, it’s all my fault, because it is myself who selects my men. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | You, Aramis, why the devil did you ask me for a uniform when you would have been so much better in a cassock? | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | And you, Porthos, do you only wear such a fine golden baldric to suspend a sword of straw from it? | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | And Athos—I don’t see Athos. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Where is he?” “Ill—” “Very ill, say you? | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | And of what malady?” “It is feared that it may be the smallpox, sir,” replied Porthos, desirous of taking his turn in the conversation; “and what is serious is that it will certainly spoil his face.” “The smallpox! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | That’s a great story to tell me, Porthos! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Sick of the smallpox at his age! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | No, no; but wounded without doubt, killed, perhaps. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Ah, if I knew! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | S’blood! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Messieurs Musketeers, I will not have this haunting of bad places, this quarreling in the streets, this swordplay at the crossways; and above all, I will not have occasion given for the cardinal’s Guards, who are brave, quiet, skillful men who never put themselves in a position to be arrested, and who, besides, never allow themselves to be arrested, to laugh at you! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | I am sure of it—they would prefer dying on the spot to being arrested or taking back a step. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | To save yourselves, to scamper away, to flee—that is good for the king’s Musketeers!” Porthos and Aramis trembled with rage. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | They could willingly have strangled M. de Tréville, if, at the bottom of all this, they had not felt it was the great love he bore them which made him speak thus. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | They stamped upon the carpet with their feet; they bit their lips till the blood came, and grasped the hilts of their swords with all their might. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | All without had heard, as we have said, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis called, and had guessed, from M. de Tréville’s tone of voice, that he was very angry about something. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Ten curious heads were glued to the tapestry and became pale with fury; for their ears, closely applied to the door, did not lose a syllable of what he said, while their mouths repeated as he went on, the insulting expressions of the captain to all the people in the antechamber. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | In an instant, from the door of the cabinet to the street gate, the whole hôtel was boiling. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “Ah! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | The king’s Musketeers are arrested by the Guards of the cardinal, are they?” continued M. de Tréville, as furious at heart as his soldiers, but emphasizing his words and plunging them, one by one, so to say, like so many blows of a stiletto, into the bosoms of his auditors. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “What! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Six of his Eminence’s Guards arrest six of his Majesty’s Musketeers! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Morbleu! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | My part is taken! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | I will go straight to the Louvre; I will give in my resignation as captain of the king’s Musketeers to take a lieutenancy in the cardinal’s Guards, and if he refuses me, morbleu! | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | I will turn abbé.” At these words, the murmur without became an explosion; nothing was to be heard but oaths and blasphemies. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | The morbleus, the sang Dieus, the morts touts les diables, crossed one another in the air. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | D’Artagnan looked for some tapestry behind which he might hide himself, and felt an immense inclination to crawl under the table. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | “Well, my Captain,” said Porthos, quite beside himself, “the truth is that we were six against six. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | But we were not captured by fair means; and before we had time to draw our swords, two of our party were dead, and Athos, grievously wounded, was very little better. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | For you know Athos. | 3 |
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THE AUDIENCE | Well, Captain, he endeavored twice to get up, and fell again twice. | 3 |
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