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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Till tomorrow, then," said Aramis; "for iron-nerved as you are, you must need repose." The next morning, when d'Artagnan entered Aramis's chamber, he found him at the window. "What are you looking at?" asked d'Artagnan. "My faith! I am admiring three magnificent horses which the stable boys are leading about. It would be a pleasure worthy of a prince to travel upon such horses."
Porthos succeeded him; and thanks to one of those disappearances to which he was accustomed, he was able to provide for the wants of all for a fortnight. At last it became Aramis's turn, who performed it with a good grace and who succeeded as he said, by selling some theological books in procuring a few pistoles.
They saw him in the distance climbing the rock in order to look down upon the boat as it passed. "Ay, but," said Aramis, "that young fellow is decidedly a spy." "Which is the young man?" asked De Winter, turning around. "He who followed us and spoke to us awaits us there; behold!" De Winter turned and followed the direction of Aramis's finger.
Fouquet pressed Aramis's hand; but, instead of the deed which Vanel handed to him, he took the rough draft of it. "No, not that paper," said Aramis, hastily; "this is the one. The other is too precious a document for you to part with."
Porthos, you no longer surprise me, you confound me." "Here we are," said Porthos, turning the conversation with his usual modesty. "And high time we were," thought D'Artagnan, "for Aramis's horse is melting away like a steed of ice."
Nevertheless, whether the cough had been answered by a similar signal which had fixed the irresolution of the nocturnal seeker, or whether without this aid she saw that she had arrived at the end of her journey, she resolutely drew near to Aramis's shutter, and tapped, at three equal intervals, with her bent finger. "This is all very fine, dear Aramis," murmured d'Artagnan.
Suddenly a man sprang out of the English ranks, fell upon Athos, twined arms of steel around him, and tearing his sword from him, said in his ear: "Silence! yield you yield to me, do you not?" A giant had seized also Aramis's two wrists, who struggled in vain to release himself from this formidable grasp. "D'Art " exclaimed Athos, whilst the Gascon covered his mouth with his hand.
The original attraction indeed of this class of novel consisted, and, in so far as it still exists, may be said to consist, in noble sentiment, elegantly expressed. It deserved, and in a manner deserves, the commendatory part of Aramis's rebuke to Porthos for expressing impatience with the compliments between Athos and D'Artagnan at their first and hostile rencounter.
"What! you are " cried Baisemeaux, looking at Aramis almost in terror. "The confessor affiliated to the order," said Aramis, without changing his voice. But, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis's beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul.
His thought returned to the earth, his looks perceptibly hardened, his brow contracted, his mouth assuming an expression of undaunted courage; again his looks became fixed, but this time they wore a worldly expression, hardened by covetousness, pride, and strong desire. Aramis's look immediately became as soft as it had before been gloomy.
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