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"'Tis true," answered Porthos, rising on his saddle, in order that he might appraise the immense crowd, "there are a lot of them." "I think I should like the other fellow better than this one," said Mazarin to himself, and he threw himself back in his carriage. The queen and her minister, more especially the latter, had reason to feel anxious.
"People, in general," he said, "only ask advice not to follow it; or if they do follow it, it is for the sake of having someone to blame for having given it." Porthos arrived a minute after d'Artagnan. The four friends were reunited.
In the capture of a king, his degradation and his murder." "Oh! oh!" cried Porthos, "do you think so?" "You are exaggerating, Athos; we are not so far gone as that," replied the lieutenant. "Good heavens! we are on the very eve of it. I say, why is the king taken prisoner? Those who wish to respect him as a master would not buy him as a slave.
"Better; but do you think that we've got them this time?" "Got what?" "You your command, and I my title?" "I'faith! yes I should expect so; besides, if they forget, I shall take the liberty of reminding them." "The queen's voice! she is speaking," said Porthos; "I think she wants to ride on horseback." "Oh, she would like it, but " "But what?" "The cardinal won't allow it.
D'Artagnan, without losing sight of the lady of the red cushion, continued to watch the proceedings of Porthos, which amused him greatly. He guessed that the lady of the black hood was the procurator's wife of the Rue aux Ours, which was the more probable from the church of St. Leu being not far from that locality.
After a quarter of an hour, which D'Artagnan and Porthos passed in looking mutually at each other with the white of their eyes, and turning their thumbs in all the different evolutions which go from north to south, a door of the chamber opened and His Greatness appeared, dressed in the undress, complete, of a prelate.
He started up. "Who goes there?" cried he, in his giant's voice. "Hush! hush! It is I," said Aramis. "You, my friend? And what the devil do you wake me for?" "To tell you that you must set off directly." "Set off?" "Yes." "Where for?" "For Paris." Porthos bounded up in his bed, and then sank back down again, fixing his great eyes in agitation upon Aramis. "For Paris?" "Yes."
Raoul sighed deeply, and then paused suddenly. "What is the matter?" asked Porthos; "are you faint?" "No, only I feel how utterly helpless our position is. Can we three pretend to go and take the Bastile?" "Well, if D'Artagnan were only here," replied Porthos, "I am not so very certain we would fail."
Porthos, however, formally refused to do anything of the kind, but, on the contrary, installed himself in the Minimes as if he were going to take root there, making Raoul promise that when he had been to see his father, he would return to his own apartments, in order that Porthos's servant might know where to find him in case M. de Saint-Aignan should happen to come to the rendezvous.
"You who have given that inclination to the openings of your embrasures, by means of which you so effectively protect the men who serve the guns?" "Eh! mon Dieu! yes." "Oh! Porthos, Porthos! I must bow down before you I must admire you! But you have always concealed from us this superb, this incomparable genius. I hope, my dear friend, you will show me all this in detail." "Nothing more easy.
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