Chapter

 1 20|        Artagnan spoke convinced Patrick, which was the name of this
 2 20|         were on the spot named. Patrick soon caught the sound of
 3 20|         to my Lord Duke?" asked Patrick. ~"The young man who one
 4 20|        is as good as another." ~Patrick galloped off, reached the
 5 20|      straight up to d'Artagnan. Patrick discreetly kept in the background. ~"
 6 20|         read?" cried the duke. "Patrick, remain here, or rather
 7 21|         more time than we want. Patrick!" cried the duke, opening
 8 21|        the door of the chapel, "Patrick!" His confidential valet
 9 21|       but his VALET DE CHAMBRE, Patrick. We need not add that the
10 59|         Felton and he addressed Patrick, the duke's confidential
11 59|    admission before the other. ~Patrick, who knew Lord de Winter
12 59|      from Lord de Winter," said Patrick. ~"From Lord de Winter!"
13 59| yourself, my Lord!" ~"Leave us, Patrick," said Buckingham; "but
14 59|     shall call you presently." ~Patrick went out. ~"We are alone,
15 59|         You are joking! Holloa, Patrick!" ~"Sign, my Lord!" ~"Never." ~"
16 59|       the duke. ~At that moment Patrick entered the room, crying, "
17 59|        me!" ~"Murder!" screamed Patrick. ~Felton cast his eyes round
18 59|      the duke and the scream of Patrick, the man whom Felton had
19 59|  Laporte, you may be overheard. Patrick, let no one enter. Oh, I
20 59|        he, "leave me along with Patrick and Laporte--ah, is that
21 59|        wounded duke Laporte and Patrick. A physician was sought
22 59|     Laporte burst into tears. ~"Patrick," said the due, "bring me
23 59|      diamond studs were kept." ~Patrick brought the object desired,
24 59|        embroidered in pearls." ~Patrick again obeyed. ~"Here, Laporte,"
25 59|         the sofa to the floor. ~Patrick uttered a loud cry. ~Buckingham
26 59|     dead." ~"Dead, dead!" cried Patrick. ~At this cry all the crowd