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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "The devil!" said D'Artagnan.
2.  Athos, Porthos, and Aramis instantly drew near one another, whileJussac drew up his soldiers.
3.  "Have you no friends in Paris, then, Monsieur Porthos?" said theprocurator's wife.
4.  "Well," said Porthos, "this is my advice--"
5.  "Oil is a sovereign balm for wounds; and my poor Grimaud here wasobliged to dress those you had inflicted on him.""All my sausages are gnawed!"
6.  "And that is the reason why I have the honor to inform yourEminence of what has happened; for you might learn it fromothers, and upon a false account believe us to be in fault.""What have been the results of your quarrel?" said thecardinal, knitting his brow.


1.  "Oh, my God, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Can it be bad news?""I fear it."
2.  "But if it is a woman who writes," said Aramis, "and thatwoman desires not to be seen, remember, you compromise her,D'Artagnan; which is not the part of a gentleman.""We will remain in the background," said Porthos, "and hewill advance alone."
3.  D'Artagnan refused; but thinking the opportunity a good one,dream of his life had been to become a Musketeer. The threefriends were likewise greatly delighted.
4.  At nine o'clock Madame la Premiere Presidente arrived. As nextto the queen, she was the most considerable personage of thefete, she was received by the city officials, and placed in a boxopposite to that which the queen was to occupy.
5.  "Traitorous, monsieur."
6.  As to Aramis, he dwelt in a little lodging composed of a boudoir,an eating room, and a bedroom, which room, situated, as theothers were, on the ground floor, looked out upon a little freshgreen garden, shady and impenetrable to the eyes of hisneighbors.


1.  "All this will not advance your outfit," said Athos; "for ifI am not mistaken, you have left the best of your apparelwith Milady, and she will certainly not have the politenessto return it to you. Fortunately, you have the sapphire.""The jewel is yours, my dear Athos! Did you not tell me itwas a family jewel?"
2.  "But wait a minute," said M. de Treville, stopping him. "Ipromised you a letter for the director of the Academy. Are youtoo proud to accept it, young gentleman?"
3.  "Well, are you going away in that manner? Where, and how?""That's true!"
4.  "The woman you poisoned at Bethune was still younger than you, madame,and yet she is dead," said D'Artagnan.
5.   "And you were wrong, madame. If I made you that present it wasthat you might adorn yourself therewith. I tell you that youwere wrong."
6.  D'Artagnan opened the letter and read as follows:


1.  "Where?"
2.  The four friends looked at one another, and a cloud cameover the brows which but lately had been so cheerful."Look out!" cried D'Artagnan, "I see black points and redpoints moving yonder. Why did you talk of a regiment,Athos? It is a veritable army!"
3.  "Whenever it shall please your Majesty; but I shall be alwayshappy and proud, sire, to sacrifice myself to the harmony which Idesire to see reign between you and the Queen of France.""Very well, Cardinal, very well; but, meantime, send for Monsieurthe Keeper of the Seals. I will go to the queen."And Louis XIII, opening the door of communication, passed intothe corridor which led from his apartments to those of Anne ofAustria.
4、  M. de Treville was in his saloon with his habitual court ofgentlemen. D'Artagnan, who was known as a familiar of the house,went straight to his office, and sent word that he wished to seehim on something of importance.
5、  "Yes," continued Athos, "four times only; once at the house ofMonsieur Crequy; another time at my own house in the country, inmy chateau at--when I had a chateau; a third time at Monsieur deTreville's where it surprised us all; and the fourth time at acabaret, where it fell to my lot, and where I lost a hundredlouis and a supper on it."




  • 宁玉明 08-03

      "It seems to me," said D'Artagnan, "with a thousand livres each--I do not speak as a Spartan, but as a procurator--"This word PROCURATOR roused Porthos. "Stop," said he, "I have anidea."

  • 黄文宝 08-03

      Then a sudden idea crossed the mind of D'Artagnan. That littlestout man, short and elderly, that sort of lackey, dressed indark clothes, treated without ceremony by the men wearing swordswho composed the escort, was Bonacieux himself. The husband hadpresided at the abduction of his wife.

  • 戴逸 08-03

       "Dear lady," said Mme. Bonacieux, "pardon me for interrupting you; butwhat do you advise me to do? Good heaven! You have more experiencethan I have. Speak; I will listen."

  • 张智明 08-03

      "Yes, your French husband. I don't speak of my brother. If youhave forgotten, as he is still living, I can write to him and hewill send me information on the subject."

  • 张希成 08-02

    {  "I love him? I detest him! An idiot, who held the life ofLord de Winter in his bands and did not kill him, by which Imissed three hundred thousand livres' income."

  • 钱宏 08-01

      D'Artagnan bowed to the duke, and made his way as quickly aspossible to the riverside. Opposite the Tower of London he foundthe vessel that had been named to him, delivered his letter tothe captain, who after having it examined by the governor of theport made immediate preparations to sail.}

  • 杨警官 08-01

      Buckingham tried to smile a last time; but death checked his thought,which remained engraved on his brow like a last kiss of love.At this moment the duke's surgeon arrived, quite terrified; he wasalready on board the admiral's ship, where they had been obliged to seekhim.

  • 白谦诚 08-01

      "At his country house."

  • 田川 07-31

       "Well, can I see Porthos?"

  • 皮利普丘克 07-29

    {  Felton uttered a cry, and rushed toward her. He was too late;Milady had stabbed herself.

  • 陈平录 07-29

      And without waiting for the answer of the newcomer to this proofof affection, M. de Treville seized his right hand and pressed itwith all his might, without perceiving that Athos, whatever mightbe his self-command, allowed a slight murmur of pain to escapehim, and if possible, grew paler than he was before.The door had remained open, so strong was the excitement producedby the arrival of Athos, whose wound, though kept as a secret,was known to all. A burst of satisfaction hailed the last wordsof the captain; and two or three heads, carried away by theenthusiasm of the moment, appeared through the openings of thetapestry. M. de Treville was about to reprehend this breach ofthe rules of etiquette, when he felt the hand of Athos, who hadrallied all his energies to contend against pain, at lengthovercome by it, fell upon the floor as if he were dead."A surgeon!" cried M. de Treville, "mine! The king's! The best! Asurgeon! Or, s'blood, my brave Athos will die!"