by Alexandre Dumas

Summary

by Alexandre Dumas The Three Musketeers — Chapter 41… (1844)

D'Artagnan immediately placed the point of his sword at his throat.
"Oh, do not kill me!" cried the bandit. "Pardon, pardon, my officer, and I will tell you all."
"Is your secret of enough importance to me to spare your life for it?" asked the young man, withholding his arm.
"Yes; if you think existence worth anything to a man of twenty, as you are, and who may hope for everything, being handsome and brave, as you are."
"Wretch," cried d'Artagnan, "speak quickly! Who employed you to assassinate me?"
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by Alexandre Dumas The Three Musketeers — Chapter 41… (1844)

How can I go and fetch that letter under the fire of the bastion?"
"You must nevertheless make up your mind to go and get it, or I swear you shall die by my hand."
"Pardon, monsieur; pity! In the name of that young lady you love, and whom you perhaps believe dead but who is not!" cried the bandit, throwing himself upon his knees and leaning upon his hand--for he began to lose his strength with his blood.
"And how do you know there is a young woman whom I love, and that I believed that woman dead?" asked d'Artagnan.
"By that letter which my comrade has in his pocket."
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by Alexandre Dumas The Three Musketeers — Chapter 41… (1844)

As to love, the only woman he could have loved was Mme. Bonacieux; and Mme. Bonacieux had disappeared, without his being able to discover what had become of her. As to fortune, he had made--he, humble as he was--an enemy of the cardinal; that is to say, of a man before whom trembled the greatest men of the kingdom, beginning with the king.
That man had the power to crush him, and yet he had not done so. For a mind so perspicuous as that of d'Artagnan, this indulgence was a light by which he caught a glimpse of a better future.
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