He turned on his heel, and those nearest him heard him mutter "Louise d'Artignan!" under his breath. As the words left his lips he fell headlong on the deck, foaming at the mouth. Gaillon sent his prisoner below, drew a phial from his pocket, and forced a few drops between the nobleman's tightly clenched teeth.
Just as the young man was about to be swung aloft, he turned with unflinching calmness to De Roberval, and with firm, unwavering tones said: "The son of Louise d'Artignan curses you with his dying breath! May you perish miserably by your own murderous hand!" De Roberval's whole expression changed on the instant from cold impassiveness to wild fury.
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