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The Wife of Athos

           Ifitwerebadmoney,theremightbesomehopes;butunfortunately,thosewereallgoodpieces."

           "Managethematteraswellasyoucan,mygoodman;itdoesnotconcernme,themoresoasIhavenotalivreleft."

           "Come,"saidd’Artagnan,"letusinquirefurther.Athos’shorse,whereisthat?"

           "Inthestable."

           "Howmuchisitworth?"

           "Fiftypistolesatmost."

           "It’swortheighty.Takeit,andthereendsthematter."

           "What,"criedAthos,"areyousellingmyhorsemyBajazet?AndprayuponwhatshallImakemycampaign;uponGrimaud?"

           "Ihavebroughtyouanother,"saidd’Artagnan.

           "Another?"

           "Andamagnificentone!"criedthehost.

           "Well,sincethereisanotherfinerandyounger,why,youmaytaketheoldone;andletusdrink."

           "What?"askedthehost,quitecheerfulagain.

           "Someofthatatthebottom,nearthelaths.Therearetwenty-fivebottlesofitleft;alltherestwerebrokenbymyfall.Bringsixofthem."

           "Why,thismanisacask!"saidthehost,aside."Ifheonlyremainshereafortnight,andpaysforwhathedrinks,Ishallsoonre-establishmybusiness."

           "Anddon’tforget,"saidd’Artagnan,"tobringupfourbottlesofthesamesortforthetwoEnglishgentlemen."

           "Andnow,"saidAthos,"whiletheybringthewine,tellme,d’Artagnan,whathasbecomeoftheothers,come!"

           D’ArtagnanrelatedhowhehadfoundPorthosinbedwithastrainedknee,andAramisatatablebetweentwotheologians.

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