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From: | Arthur Hilton |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] Bill of Rights affectionately |
Date: | Thu, 21 Sep 2006 13:18:35 +0300 |
Here is his letter, said dArtagnan, and he
presented thenote to his comrades.
You pretend to pardon me, and you poison
me!
Pardon, pardon, myofficer, and I will tell you
all.
And how do you know there is a young woman whom I
love, andthat I believed that woman dead? The ceremony of reception over, the four
friends were soonin one anothers arms. Judge not rashly, says the Gospel, replied
the cardinal.
You have my word, said he; for the second time I
give youyour life. All this negotiation must be carried onopenly.
And how much did she give you for this fine
enterprise? He described the death of theother soldier, and the perils they had
encountered.
Yes; but I should think the other must be dead, I
hangedher so effectually. Not exactly, it is the wine that was sent by your
order.
It appears that in falling,continued Athos, with
some hesitation, he broke his thigh.
Like the ancientpaladins, he has only undertaken
this war to obtain a lookfrom his lady love. It is not from mistrust that Irequest
you to follow me, but for my security.
Simon, and suspended with great pomp in the arches
ofNotre Dame. They think of me intheir pleasures, as I thought of them in my
troubles. That you will go and fetch me the letter your comrade hasin his pocket. If
the league whichthreatened France triumphed, all his influence would
belost.
My God, grantthat he may one day suffer what I
suffer!
Then also, as Athos had predicted, it became
possible tofind Mme.
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