The two musketeers withdrew a dozen paces.
"Monsieur," said the duke lowly, "that paper, and my word as a gentleman, you shall go free." "Paper?
I do not understand your Highness." "Come, come, Monsieur," said the duke impatiently; "it is your liberty.
Besides, I am willing to pay well." "Your Highness," coldly, "you are talking over my head.

I do not understand a word you say." Beaufort stared into the Chevalier's face.

"Why did you enter De Brissac's.

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