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The Wife of Athos

           Ashefinished,thehostenteredwiththewineorderedandahamwhich,fortunatelyforhim,hadbeenleftoutofthecellar.

           "That’swell!"saidAthos,fillinghisglassandthatofhisfriend;"here’stoPorthosandAramis!Butyou,d’Artagnan,whatisthematterwithyou,andwhathashappenedtoyoupersonally?Youhaveasadair."

           "Alas,"saidd’Artagnan,"itisbecauseIamthemostunfortunate."

           "Tellme."

           "Presently,"saidd’Artagnan.

           "Presently!Andwhypresently?BecauseyouthinkIamdrunk?d’Artagnan,rememberthis!MyideasareneversoclearaswhenIhavehadplentyofwine.Speak,then,Iamallears."

           D’ArtagnanrelatedhisadventurewithMme.Bonacieux.Athoslistenedtohimwithoutafrown;andwhenhehadfinished,said,"Trifles,onlytrifles!"Thatwashisfavoriteword.

           "YoualwayssayTRIFLES,mydearAthos!"saidd’Artagnan,"andthatcomeveryillfromyou,whohaveneverloved."

           Thedrink-deadenedeyeofAthosflashedout,butonlyforamoment;itbecameasdullandvacantasbefore.

           "That’strue,"saidhe,quietly,"formypartIhaveneverloved."

           "Acknowledge,then,youstonyheart,"saidd’Artagnan,"thatyouarewrongtobesoharduponustenderhearts."

           "Tenderhearts!Piercedhearts!"saidAthos.

           "Whatdoyousay?"

           "Isaythatloveisalotteryinwhichhewhowins,winsdeath!Youareveryfortunatetohavelost,believeme,mydeard’Artagnan.

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