Part 95 (1/2)
”Oh, oh! why that?” inquired D'Artagnan, unbuckling his belt and thawing the asperity of his s nan, not awords Who makes use of them?”
”Every one”
”Ah! if every one says so, there in to believe there is fire when I see smoke It is ridiculous, perhaps, but it is so”
”Therefore you _do_ believe elonne, quickly
”I never mix myself up in affairs of that kind; you know that very well”
”What! not for a friend, for a son!”
”Exactly If you were a stranger, I should tell you--I will tell _you_ nothing at all How is Porthos, do you know?”
”Monsieur,” cried Raoul, pressing D'Artagnan's hand, ”I entreat you in the name of the friendshi+p you vowed my father!”
”The deuce take it, you are really ill--from curiosity”
”No, it is not fro word If you were really in love, my dear Raoul, you would be very different”
”What do you mean?”
”I mean that if you were really so deeply in love that I could believe I was addressing myself to your heart--but it is impossible”
”I tell you I love Louise to distraction”
D'Artagnan could read to the very botto man's heart
”I men; you are not in love, you are out of your senses”
”Well! suppose it were only that?”
”No sensiblemuch of a brain when the head was turned I have completely lost my senses in the same way a hundred times in my life You would listen to me, but you would not hear me! you would hear, but you would not understand me; you would understand, but you would not obey o far Even if I were unfortunate enough to know soh to communicate it to you--You are ood I should quarrel with you You would never forgivedestroyed your illusion, as people say in love affairs”
”Monsieur d'Artagnan, you know all; and yet you plunge me in perplexity and despair, in death itself”
”There, there now”
”I never complain, as you know; but as Heaven andout ive me the information which you withhold; I will tell him he lies, and--”