VOLUME FOUR
NEW YORK
PETER FENELON COLLIER, PUBLISHER.
1893
CONTENTS.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| [I.]—Frontispiece.—Hardly had the ladder been properly placed |
| than the king began to ascend. |
| [II.]—As the rain dripped more and more through the foliage of the oak, |
| the king held his hat over the head of the young girl. |
| [III.]—D'Artagnan, reclining upon an immense straight-backed chair, with |
| his legs not stretched out, but simply placed upon a stool, formed an |
| angle of the most obtuse form that could possibly be seen. |
| [IV.]—De Guiche turned round also, and, at the moment the horse was quiet |
| again, he fired, and the ball carried off De Wardes' hat from his head. |
| [V.]—Athos broke his sword across his knee, slowly placed the two pieces |
| upon the floor, and saluting the king, who was almost choking from rage |
| and shame, he quitted the cabinet. |
| [VI.]—Raoul, presenting his pistol, threw himself on the leader, |
| commanding the coachman to stop. |
| [VII.]—Aramis saw that the young man was stretched upon his bed, his face |
| half-concealed by his arms. |
| [VIII.]—"You will look through the opening, which answers to one of the |
| false windows made in the dome of the king's apartment. Can you see?" |
| [IX.]—"What is this, monsieur, and what is the meaning of this jest?" "It |
| is no jest," replied in a deep voice the masked figure that held the |
| lantern. |
| [X.]—The king entered into the cell without pronouncing a single word: he |
| was pale and haggard. |
| [XI.]—They saw, by the red flashes of the lightning against the violet |
| fog which the wind stamped upon the bankward sky, they saw pass gravely |
| at six paces behind the governor, a man clothed in black and masked by a |
| visor of polished steel, soldered to a helmet of the same nature, which |
| altogether enveloped the whole of his head. |
| [XII.]—The deathbed of Athos—"Here I am!" |