He would extinguish the sun if the sun incommoded him.

Give these happy tidings to your sister, my dear cousin.

I have dreamed that the unlucky Englishman was dead.

I cannot recollect whether it was by steel or by poison; only of this I am sure, I have dreamed he was dead, and you know my dreams never deceive me.

Be assured, then, of seeing me soon return." "Capital!" cried Athos; "you are the king of poets, my dear Aramis.