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    said the latter, closing the door and bolting it, that they might not be disturbed. “Is the king dead? Have you killed the cardinal? You are quite upset! Come, come, tell me; I am dying with curiosity and uneasiness!”

    “Athos,” said D’Artagnan, getting rid of his female garments, and appearing in his shirt, “prepare yourself to hear an incredible, an unheard-of story.”

    “Well, but put on this dressing gown first,” said the Musketeer to his friend.

    D’Artagnan donned the robe as quickly as he could, mistaking one sleeve for the other, so greatly was he still agitated.

    “Well?” said Athos.

    “Well,” replied D’Artagnan, bending his mouth to Athos’s ear, and lowering his voice, “Milady is marked with a fleur-de-lis upon her shoulder!”

    “Ah!” cried the Musketeer, as if he had received a ball in his heart.

    “Let us see,” said D’Artagnan. “Are you sure that the other is dead?”

    “The other?” said Athos, in so stifled a voice that D’Artagnan scarcely heard him.

    “Yes, she of whom you told me one day at Amiens.”

    Athos uttered a groan, and let his head sink on his hands.

    “This is a woman of twenty-six or twenty-eight years.”

    “Fair,” said Athos, “is she not?”

    “Very.”

    “Blue and clear eyes, of a strange brilliancy, with black eyelids and eyebrows?”

    “Yes.”

    “Tall, well-made? She has lost a tooth, next to the eyetooth on the left?”

    “Yes.”

    “The fleur-de-lis is small, rosy in color, and looks as if efforts had been made to efface it by the application of poultices?”

    “Yes.”

    “But you say she is English?”

    “She is called Milady, but she may be French. Lord de Winter is only her brother-in-law,”

    “I will see her, D’Artagnan!”

    “Beware, Athos, beware. You tried to kill her; she is a woman to return you the like, and not to fail.”

    “She will not dare to say anything; that would be to denounce herself.”

    “She is capable of anything or everything. Did you ever see her furious?”

    “No,” said Athos.

    “A tigress, a panther! Ah, my dear Athos, I am greatly afraid I have drawn a terrible vengeance on both of us!”

    D’Artagnan then related all--the mad passion of Milady and her menaces of death.

    “You are right; and upon my soul, I would give my life for a hair,” said Athos. “Fortunately, the day
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