ChapterXX:
TheMorning。
InvividcontrasttothesadandterribledestinyofthekingimprisonedintheBastile，andtearing，insheerdespair，theboltsandbarsofhisdungeon，therhetoricofthechroniclersofoldwouldnotfailtopresent，asacompleteantithesis，thepictureofPhilippelyingasleepbeneaththeroyalcanopy。？Wedonotpretendtosaythatsuchrhetoricisalwaysbad，andalwaysscatters，inplaceswheretheyhavenorighttogrow，theflowerswithwhichitembellishesandenlivenshistory。？Butweshall，onthepresentoccasion，carefullyavoidpolishingtheantithesisinquestion，butshallproceedtodrawanotherpictureasminutelyaspossible，toserveasfoilandcounterfoiltotheoneintheprecedingchapter。？TheyoungprincealightedfromAramis\'sroom，inthesamewaythekinghaddescendedfromtheapartmentdedicatedtoMorpheus。？ThedomegraduallyandslowlysankdownunderAramis\'spressure，andPhilippestoodbesidetheroyalbed，whichhadascendedagainafterhavingdepositeditsprisonerinthesecretdepthsofthesubterraneanpassage。？Alone，inthepresenceofalltheluxurywhichsurroundedhim;alone，inthepresenceofhispower;alone，withtheparthewasabouttobeforcedtoact，Philippeforthefirsttimefelthisheart，andmind，andsoulexpandbeneaththeinfluenceofathousandmutableemotions，whicharethevitalthrobsofaking\'sheart。？Hecouldnothelpchangingcolorwhenhelookedupontheemptybed，stilltumbledbyhisbrother\'sbody。？Thismuteaccomplicehadreturned，afterhavingcompletedtheworkithadbeendestinedtoperform;itreturnedwiththetracesofthecrime;itspoketotheguiltyauthorofthatcrime，withthefrankandunreservedlanguagewhichanaccompliceneverfearstouseinthecompanyofhiscompanioninguilt;foritspokethetruth。？Philippebentoverthebed，andperceivedapocket—handkerchieflyingonit，whichwasstilldampfromthecoldsweatwhichhadpouredfromLouisXIV。\'sface。？Thissweat—bestainedhandkerchiefterrifiedPhilippe，asthegoreofAbelfrightenedCain。
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amfacetofacewithmydestiny，\"saidPhilippe，hiseyesonfire，andhisfacealividwhite。？\"Isitlikelytobemoreterrifyingthanmycaptivityhasbeensadandgloomy？？ThoughIamcompelledtofollowout，ateverymoment，thesovereignpowerandauthorityIhaveusurped，shallIceasetolistentothescruplesofmyheart？？Yes！thekinghaslainonthisbed;itisindeedhisheadthathasleftitsimpressiononthispillow;hisbittertearsthathavestainedthishandkerchief:andyet，Ihesitatetothrowmyselfonthebed，ortopressinmyhandthehandkerchiefwhichisembroideredwithmybrother\'sarms。？Awaywithsuchweakness;letmeimitateM。