Pity gentlemen cried he
Pity gentlemen cried he
Pity gentlemen cried he
"Pity! gentlemen," cried he; "pity and mercy! My strength is leaving me, and I am about to sink." The tone of agony in which these words were spoken awakened a feeling of compassion in the breast of Athos. "Unhappy man!" he murmured. "Good!" said D'Artagnan. "I like to see you pity him. On my word, I think he is swimming towards us. Does he suppose we are going to take him in? Row, Porthos, row." And D'Artagnan plunged his oar into the water. Two or three long strokes placed twenty fathoms between the boat and the drowning man. "Oh! you will have mercy!" cried Mordaunt. "You will not let me perish!" "Aha! my fine fellow," said Porthos, "we have you now, I think, without a chance of escape." "Oh, Porthos!" murmured the Count de la Fere. "For heaven's sake, Athos," replied Porthos, "cease your eternal generosity, which is ridiculous under such circumstances. For my part I declare to you, that if he comes within my reach, I will split his skull with the oar.

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