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61. Epilogue. (continued)
"Let us love each other for four," said D'Artagnan. "We are now but two."
"And you will, perhaps, never see me again, dear D'Artagnan," said Aramis; "if you knew how I have loved you! I am old, I am extinct - ah, I am almost dead."
"My friend," said D'Artagnan, "you will live longer than I shall: diplomacy commands you to live; but, for my part, honor condemns me to die."
"Bah! such men as we are, monsieur le marechal," said Aramis, "only die satisfied with joy in glory."
"Ah!" replied D'Artagnan, with a melancholy smile, "I assure you, monsieur le duc, I feel very little appetite for either."
They once more embraced, and, two hours after, separated - forever.
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