The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 55 Page 24

fervor, and depart in an apparent transport of joy.

As for her, she returned to her place with a smile of savage contempt upon her lips, and repeated, blaspheming, that terrible name of God, by whom she had just sworn without ever having learned to know HiM.“My God,” said she, “what a senseless fanatic! My God, it is I — I — and this fellow who will help me to avenge myself.”