by Alexandre Dumas, Twenty Years After — Chapter 58… (1845)
“ Moreover, you are our prisoners.""Fool!" cried Aramis; "knowest thou not, then, Mordaunt? I have but exchanged with him one look, yet that look convinced me that we were doomed.""The truth is, I'm very sorry that I did not strangle him as you advised me," said Porthos."Eh! I make no account of the harm Mordaunt can do!" cried D'Artagnan. "Cap de Diou! if he troubles me too much I will crush him, the insect! Do not fly, then. It is useless; for I swear to you that you are as safe here as you were twenty years, ago - you, Athos, in the Rue Ferou, and you, Aramis, in the Rue de Vaugirard." ”
