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The Wife of Athos

           "Whatareyoulookingat?"askedd’Artagnan.

           "Myfaith!Iamadmiringthreemagnificenthorseswhichthestableboysareleadingabout.Itwouldbeapleasureworthyofaprincetotraveluponsuchhorses."

           "Well,mydearAramis,youmayenjoythatpleasure,foroneofthosethreehorsesisyours."

           "Ah,bah!Which?"

           "Whicheverofthethreeyoulike,Ihavenopreference."

           "Andtherichcaparison,isthatmine,too?"

           "Withoutdoubt."

           "Youlaugh,d’Artagnan."

           "No,Ihaveleftofflaughing,nowthatyouspeakFrench."

           "What,thoserichholsters,thatvelvethousing,thatsaddlestuddedwithsilver-aretheyallforme?"

           "Foryouandnobodyelse,asthehorsewhichpawsthegroundismine,andtheotherhorse,whichiscaracoling,belongstoAthos."

           "PESTE!Theyarethreesuperbanimals!"

           "Iamgladtheypleaseyou."

           "Why,itmusthavebeenthekingwhomadeyousuchapresent."

           "Certainlyitwasnotthecardinal;butdon’ttroubleyourselfwhencetheycome,thinkonlythatoneofthethreeisyourproperty."

           "Ichoosethatwhichthered-headedboyisleading."

           "Itisyours!"

           "Goodheaven!Thatisenoughtodriveawayallmypains;Icouldmounthimwiththirtyballsinmybody.Onmysoul,handsomestirrups!HOLA,Bazin,comeherethisminute."

           Bazinappearedonthethreshold,dullandspiritless.

           "Thatlastorderisuseless,"interruptedd’Artagnan;"thereareloadedpistolsinyourholsters."

           Bazinsighed.

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