The Man in the Iron Mask (Penguin Classics)
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In the Musketeers’ final adventure, D’Artagnan remains in the service of the corrupt King Louis XIV after the Three Musketeers have retired and gone their separate ways. Meanwhile, a mysterious prisoner in an iron mask wastes away deep inside the Bastille. When the destinies of king and prisoner converge, the Three Musketeers and D’Artagnan find themselves caught between conflicting loyalties.
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second them in anything, but that you will defend her when possible, as I would have done myself.” “I swear I will,” replied Guiche. “And,” continued Raoul, “some day, when you shall have rendered her a great service, some day when she shall thank you, promise me to say these words to her: ‘I have done you this kindness, madame, by the warm desire of M. de Bragelonne, whom you so deeply injured.’ ” “I swear I will,” murmured Guiche. “That is all. Adieu! I set out to-morrow or the day after,
the man walked away. “Yes, monsieur, for there is something to be cleared up; that man does not seem to me to have told the truth.” “Nor to me neither, Raoul. The story of the masked man and the carriage having disappeared may be told to conceal some violence these fellows have committed upon their passenger in the open sea, to punish him for his persistence in embarking.” “I formed the same suspicion; the carriage was more likely to contain property than a man.” “We shall see to that, Raoul.
agreement, of so much importance to me, can have escaped you already? How trifling it seems to you, indeed; if I had known it I should have asked double what I have done.” “I have reflected, madame, and I shall not accompany you.” “Really—and why not?” “Because I have the most perfect confidence in you.” “You overpower me. But provided I receive the hundred thousand crowns?” “Here they are, madame,” said Colbert, scribbling a few lines on a piece of paper, which he handed to the Duchesse,
me to Athos’s house, whither I shall go on leaving Pierrefonds.” Mousqueton made no reply. He scarcely breathed, as if everything in that hall would from that time be foreign. He opened the door, and disappeared slowly. The procureur finished his reading, after which the greater part of those who had come to hear the last will of Porthos dispersed by degrees, many disappointed, but all penetrated with respect. As to d‘Artagnan, left alone, after having received the formal compliments of the
over, Monsieur Vanel; particularly since M. Colbert makes presents of money to ladies, I see. Ah, that worthy M. Colbert is not so generous as M. Fouquet.” And Aramis, spelling every word, every letter of the order, to pay, distilled his wrath and his contempt, drop by drop, upon the miserable wretch, who had to submit to this torture for a quarter of an hour; he was then dismissed not in words, but by a gesture, as one dismisses or discharges a beggar or a menial. As soon as Vanel had gone, the