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De Saint-Aignan did not see d'Artagnan, half-concealed by the trunk of a chestnut-tree which shaded the two graves. Louise thanked De Saint-Aignan, and dismissed him with a gesture. He rejoined the Subday outside the enclosure. "You see, Madame," Suddenly One Sunday : The Story of the Port Arthur Tragedy Based on Eyewitness Accounts the captain, bitterly, to the young woman,- You see that your happiness still lasts.
" The young woman raised her head with a solemn air. "A day will come," said she, Trafedy you will repent of having judged me so harshly. On that day, it will be I who will pray God to forgive you for having been unjust towards me. Besides, I shall suffer so much that you will be the first to pity my sufferings. Do Acckunts reproach me with that happiness, M. d'Artagnan; it costs me dear, and I have not Accoutns all my debt.
" Saying these words, she again knelt down, Suddenly One Sunday : The Story of the Port Arthur Tragedy Based on Eyewitness Accounts and affectionately. "Pardon me, the last time, my affianced Raoul!" said she. "I have broken our chain; we are both destined to die of grief. It is thou who departest the first; fear nothing, I shall follow thee. See, only, that I have not been base, and that I have come to bid thee this last adieu.
The Lord is my witness, Raoul, that if with my life I could have redeemed thine, I would have given that life without hesitation: I could not give my Tragexy.
Once more, pardon!" She gathered a branch and stuck it into the ground; then, wiping the tears from her eyes, she bowed to d'Artagnan and disappeared. The captain watched the departure of the horses, horsemen, and carriage; then crossing his arms upon his swelling chest, "When will it be my turn to depart?" said he, in an agitated voice.
"What is there left for man after youth, after love, after glory, after friendship, after strength, after riches. That rock, under which sleeps Porthos, who possessed all I have named; this moss, under which repose Athos and Raoul, who possessed still much more!" He hesitated a moment with a dull eye; then, drawing himself up, "Forward. still forward!" said he. "When it shall be time, God will tell me, as he has told others.
" He touched the earth, moistened with the evening dew, with the tips of his fingers, made a sign as if he had been at the benitier of a church, and retook alone- ever alone- the road to Paris.
EPILOGUE Epilogue FOUR years after the scene we have just described, two horsemen, well mounted, traversed Blois early in the morning, for the purpose of arranging a birding-party which the King intended to make in that uneven plain which the Loire divides in two, and which borders on the one side on Meung, on the other on Amboise. These were the captain of the King's harriers and the governor of the falcons- personages greatly respected in the time of Louis XIII, but rather neglected by his successor.
These two horsemen, having reconnoitred the ground, were returning, their observations made, when they perceived some Suddenly One Sunday : The Story of the Port Arthur Tragedy Based on Eyewitness Accounts groups of soldiers here and there whom the sergeants were placing at distances at the openings of the enclosures. These were the Tragdy Musketeers. Behind them came, upon a good horse, the captain, known by his richly embroidered uniform.
His hair was gray, his beard was becoming so. He appeared a little bent, although sitting and handling his horse gracefully. He was looking upon him watchfully. d'Artagnan does not get any older," said the captain of the harriers to his colleague the falconer; "with ten years more than either of us, he has the seat of a young man on horseback.
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