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The Three Musketeers

The Pavilion
At nine o'clock d'Artagnan was at the Hotel des Gardes; he found Planchet all ready. The
fourth horse had arrived.
Planchet was armed with his musketoon and a pistol. D'Artagnan had his sword and
placed two pistols in his belt; then both mounted and departed quietly. It was quite dark,
and no one saw them go out. Planchet took place behind his master, and kept at a distance
of ten paces from him.
D'Artagnan crossed the quays, went out by the gate of La Conference and followed the
road, much more beautiful then than it is now, which leads to St. Cloud.
As long as he was in the city, Planchet kept at the respectful distance he had imposed
upon himself; but as soon as the road began to be more lonely and dark, he drew softly
nearer, so that when they entered the Bois de Boulogne he found himself riding quite
naturally side by side with his master. In fact, we must not dissemble that the oscillation
of the tall trees and the reflection of the moon in the dark underwood gave him serious
uneasiness. D'Artagnan could not help perceiving that something more than usual was
passing in the mind of his lackey and said, "Well, Monsieur Planchet, what is the matter
with us now?"
"Don't you think, monsieur, that woods are like churches?"
"How so, Planchet?"
"Because we dare not speak aloud in one or the other."
"But why did you not dare to speak aloud, Planchet--because you are afraid?"
"Afraid of being heard? Yes, monsieur."
"Afraid of being heard! Why, there is nothing improper in our conversation, my dear
Planchet, and no one could find fault with it."
"Ah, monsieur!" replied Planchet, recurring to his besetting idea, "that Monsieur
Bonacieux has something vicious in his eyebrows, and something very unpleasant in the
play of his lips."
"What the devil makes you think of Bonacieux?"
"Monsieur, we think of what we can, and not of what we will."
"Because you are a coward, Planchet."
 
 
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