by Alexandre Dumas, Twenty Years After — Chapter 54… (1845)
“ All Gascon as he was, D'Artagnan could not bear alone the weight of that falsehood."Yes," replied Porthos, coughing."Eh, give it to me!" said the young man."Eh! I read it a little while since. Can I have lost it? Ah! confound it! yes, my pocket has a hole in it.""Oh, yes, Monsieur Raoul!" said Musqueton, "the letter was very consoling. These gentlemen read it to me and I wept for joy.""But at any rate, you know where he is, Monsieur d'Artagnan?" asked Raoul, somewhat comforted."Ah! that's the thing!" replied the Gascon. "Undoubtedly I know it, but it is a mystery." ”
