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?" ”
