At the moment when Porthos, more accustomed to the darkness than these men, coming from open daylight, was looking round him to see if through this artificial midnight Aramis were not making him some signal, he felt his arm gently touched, and a voice low as a breath murmured in his ear, "Come."
-"Oh!" said Porthos. -"Hush!" said Aramis, if possible, yet more softly.
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