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The Wife of Athos

           BytheLord,mygoodhost!Imustatleasthavedrunkformypartahundredandfiftybottles."

           "Mercy!"criedthehost,"ifthelackeyhasdrunkonlyhalfasmuchasthemaster,Iamaruinedman."

           "Grimaudisawell-bredlackey.Hewouldneverthinkoffaringinthesamemannerashismaster;heonlydrankfromthecask.Hark!Idon’tthinkheputthefaucetinagain.Doyouhearit?Itisrunningnow."

           D’Artagnanburstintoalaughwhichchangedtheshiverofthehostintoaburningfever.

           Inthemeantime,Grimaudappearedinhisturnbehindhismaster,withthemusketoononhisshoulder,andhisheadshaking.LikeoneofthosedrunkensatyrsinthepicturesofRubens.Hewasmoistenedbeforeandbehindwithagreasyliquidwhichthehostrecognizedashisbestoliveoil.

           Thefourcrossedthepublicroomandproceededtotakepossessionofthebestapartmentinthehouse,whichd’Artagnanoccupiedwithauthority.

           Inthemeantimethehostandhiswifehurrieddownwithlampsintothecellar,whichhadsolongbeeninterdictedtothemandwhereafrightfulspectacleawaitedthem.

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