D'Artagnan became very pale; he was wounded in his SELF- UGG Boots Clearance love: he thought that it was in his LOVE.
"Poor dear Monsieur D'Artagnan," said Kitty, in a voice full of compassion, and pressing anew the young man's hand.
"You pity me, little one?" said D'Artagnan.
"Oh, yes, and with all my heart; for I know what it is to be in love."
"You know what it is to be in love?" said D'Artagnan, looking at her for the nike heels first time with much attention.
"Well, then, instead of pitying me, you would do much better to assist me in avenging myself on your mistress."
"And what sort of revenge would you take?"
"I would triumph over her, and supplant my rival."
"I will never help you in that, Monsieur Chevalier," said Kitty, warmly.
"And why not?" demanded D'Artagnan.
"For two reasons."
"The first is that my mistress will UGGS Clearance never love you."
"How do you know that?"
"You have cut her to the heart."
"I? In what can I have offended her--I who ever since I have known her have lived at her feet like a slave? Speak, I beg you!"
"I will never confess that but to the man--who should read to the bottom of my soul!"
D'Artagnan looked at Kitty for the second time. The young uggs clearance girl had freshness and beauty which many duchesses would have purchased with their coronets.
"Kitty," said he, "I will read to the bottom of your soul when-ever you like; don't let that disturb you." And he gave her a kiss at which the poor girl became as red as a cherry.
"Oh, no," said Kitty, "it is not me you love! It is my mistress you UGGS Outlet love; you told me so just now."
"And does that hinder you from letting me know the second reason?"
"The second reason, Monsieur the Chevalier," replied Kitty, emboldened by the kiss in the first place, and still further by the expression of the eyes of the young man, "is that in love, everyone for herself!"
Then only D'Artagnan remembered the languishing glances of Kitty, her constantly meeting uggs for kids him in the antechamber, the corridor, or on the stairs, those touches of the hand every time she met him, and her deep sighs; but absorbed by his desire to please the great lady, he had disdained the soubrette. He whose game is the eagle takes no heed of the sparrow.