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erruption being attempted, as was natural enough, considering that he was leaving instead of seeking to enter the building. The soldiers, gendarmerie and the Suisses as well as the Mousquetaires Gris--whose turn it was at the present moment to be in attendance at the Louvre--were lounging about the guard room and the great gateway, and they not only did not offer any opposition to his passage, but, instead, seeing about him the signs of a cavalry officer--the gorget, long cut-and-thrust sword, great boots, and gantlets--saluted him. Therefore he passed out into the street--since known in the present century as the Rue de Rivoli--and regained his horse from the _guet_ in whose custody he had left it. That he recognised the danger--the awful danger--in which he had now placed himself, who can doubt? He was a soldier, and he had threatened the assassination of the chief--under the king--of the army. Moreover, he was a soldier who had just been dismissed from that army for failing in his duty, for allowing private affairs--harrowing as they were!--to come between him and that duty. Now he was cooler; he became more clear sighted; he knew that he had done a thing which would destroy any claim that he might make for the king's sympathy with him. "I am ruined," he murmured, looking up and down the street, not knowing which way to direct his horse's steps; "have ruined myself. Louis will never forgive this when he hears Louvois's story--never see me nor hear me. Fool, fool that I am! I have destroyed everything--above all, my one chance of regaining Dorine!" What was he to do? That was the question he asked himself. He had, it was true, avoided instant arrest within the precincts of the palace, but how long could he avoid arrest in whatever part of Paris he might endeavour to shelter himself now? "What have other men done," he pondered, "placed as I am--as I have placed myself? What shall I, a broken, ruined soldier, do? What? what? Turn bully, as he accused me of being, and cutthroat, bravo, or thief--haunter of gambling hells and tripots? No! no! no! I am a gentleman, have always lived like one; so let me continue to the end. Yet, what to do now?" He threaded his way through the streets, still filled with their crowds of saltimbanques and quacks, though the fashionable world, having seen _Le Roi Soleil_, had gone or was going home, for the wintry evening was setting in. And as he rode slowly, for his poor beast
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