D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 252: what you’re looking at

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For the King. 237 sister aS a spy and a leading spirit of the rebellion, so that they may applaud his sacrifice of brothery feelings on the shrine of loyalty.” “I heard once of an executioner who struck off his own son’s head because it fell in the way of his duty— but his own sister! Come, come, come, I never heard of a man arresting his own sister!” “At all hazard, I must go and warn her.” “When D’Artagnan says ‘Must!’ I leave him alone. Now, do not you run into danger.” “No, I shall ‘keep to the right.’ ” “You must return, D’Artagnan, for I shall go mad all alone in this hateful city.” “Oh! I will return, and no doubt in good company— a company of Pedro’s navy would not be amiss.” “Good fortune, dearest friend! It is astonishing, but I feel like St. Jerome’s lion when the saint is not by.” “Faith, you are far more the lion than I the saint. A man who enters the enemy’s lines as a volunteer.” He buckled his sword up short, that it should neither beat his calves nor get between his knees, pulled his cloak round him, drew his hat down, and departed street- ward, with a stealthy step. “How wonderful!” exclaimed Porthos, insensibly re- turning to the table and leisurely encircling it, like a voyager circumnavigating a delightful isle before land- ing, “how much a lover looks like a footpad.” He skir- mished among the pastry and confections, semi-oriental sweetmeats. “I should be afraid to meet that rogue—I should give him the wall.” COPNICLOOO KS.)