"But after that, what did you do, my friend ?" "I made my complaint to the governor of Sainte-Marguerite's, who brought my finger under my nose by telling me if I plagued him with such silly stories he would have me flogged." "What! did the governor himself say so ?" "Yes, monsieur; and yet my boat was injured, seriously injured, for the prow is left upon the point of Sainte-Marguerite's, and the carpenter asks a hundred and twenty livres to repair it." "Very well," replied Raoul; "you will be exempted from the service.

Go." "We will go to Sainte-Marguerite's, shall we ?" said the comte to Bragelonne, as 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 either, 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 passengers 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.

The gentleman very much resembles D'Artagnan; I recognize his methods of proceeding.

Alas! we are no longer the young invincibles of former days.