by Alexandre Dumas

“ As he said this, D'Artagnan gave a glance at Parry, who was standing in front of the king, to show him that the news was meant for him.
The king, too, who had listened in the greatest agony, now breathed again.
"Hang it," said Groslow, "I thought I had succeeded better. If it were not so far from here to the house I would return and finish him."
"And you would do well, if you are afraid of his recovering; for you know, if a wound in the head does not kill at once, it is cured in a week." ”

“ The king and his escort have gone this way; we had better take the opposite direction, eh?"
Athos did not reply; he reflected.
"Yes," said Porthos, "let us take the opposite direction; if we follow the escort we shall find everything devoured and die of hunger. What a confounded country this England is! This is the first time I have gone without my dinner for ten years, and it is generally my best meal."
"What do you think, D'Artagnan?" asked Athos. "Do you agree with Aramis?"
"Not at all," said D'Artagnan; "I am precisely of the contrary opinion." ”

“ But you - is there nothing that you want?"
"We came here with the intention of asking for something to eat."
"Alas, they have taken everything; there isn't a morsel of bread in the house."
"You hear, D'Artagnan?" said Athos; "we shall have to look elsewhere for our dinner."
"It is all one to me now," said D'Artagnan; "I am no longer hungry."
"Faith! neither am I," said Porthos.
They carried the man to his bed and called Grimaud to dress the wound. In the service of the four friends Grimaud had had so frequent occasion to make lint and bandages that he had become something of a surgeon. ”