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The Wife of Athos

           Therewasamomentofsilence;butatlengththetwoEnglishmenfeltashamedtodrawback,andtheangrieronedescendedthefiveorsixstepswhichledtothecellar,andgaveakickagainstthedoorenoughtosplitawall.

           "Planchet,"saidd’Artagnan,cockinghispistols,"Iwilltakechargeoftheoneatthetop;youlooktotheonebelow.Ah,gentlemen,youwantbattle;andyoushallhaveit."

           "GoodGod!"criedthehollowvoiceofAthos,"Icanheard’Artagnan,Ithink."

           "Yes,"criedd’Artagnan,raisinghisvoiceinturn,"Iamhere,myfriend."

           "Ah,good,then,"repliedAthos,"wewillteachthem,thesedoorbreakers!"

           Thegentlemenhaddrawntheirswords,buttheyfoundthemselvestakenbetweentwofires.Theystillhesitatedaninstant;but,asbefore,prideprevailed,andasecondkicksplitthedoorfrombottomtotop.

           "Standononeside,d’Artagnan,standononeside,"criedAthos."Iamgoingtofire!"

           "Gentlemen,"exclaimedd’Artagnan,whomreflectionneverabandoned,"gentlemen,thinkofwhatyouareabout.Patience,Athos!Youarerunningyourheadsintoaverysillyaffair;youwillberiddled.MylackeyandIwillhavethreeshotsatyou,andyouwillgetasmanyfromthecellar.Youwillthenhaveourswords,withwhich,Icanassureyou,myfriendandIcanplaytolerablywell.Letmeconductyourbusinessandmyown.Youshallsoonhavesomethingtodrink;Igiveyoumyword."

           "Ifthereisanyleft,"grumbledthejeeringvoiceofAthos.

           Thehostfeltacoldsweatcreepdownhisback.

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