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Regent, grave and preoccupied, spoke not a word while they passed swiftly through the wood to gain their carriage; but Bras-de-Fer whispered in his comrade's ear, "It seems the devil is like the rest, and had rather not come to close quarters with the Grey Musketeers." To which professional remark Captain George replied, thoughtfully—
"He is an adversary for whom I would choose a weapon that kept me as far off him as possible!"
