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The Wife of Athos

           AndifIhaveanycounseltogive,itis,alwayslose!"

           "Sheseemedtolovemeso!"

           "SheSEEMED,didshe?"

           "Oh,sheDIDloveme!"

           "Youchild,why,thereisnotamanwhohasnotbelieved,asyoudo,thathismistresslovedhim,andtherelivesnotamanwhohasnotbeendeceivedbyhismistress."

           "Exceptyou,Athos,whoneverhadone."

           "That’strue,"saidAthos,afteramoment’ssilence,"that’strue!Ineverhadone!Letusdrink!"

           "Butthen,philosopherthatyouare,"saidd’Artagnan,"instructme,supportme.Istandinneedofbeingtaughtandconsoled."

           "Consoledforwhat?"

           "Formymisfortune."

           "Yourmisfortuneislaughable,"saidAthos,shrugginghisshoulders;"IshouldliketoknowwhatyouwouldsayifIweretorelatetoyouarealtaleoflove!"

           "Whichhashappenedtoyou?"

           "Oroneofmyfriends,whatmatters?"

           "Tellit,Athos,tellit."

           "BetterifIdrink."

           "Drinkandrelate,then."

           "Notabadidea!"saidAthos,emptyingandrefillinghisglass."Thetwothingsagreemarvelouslywell."

           "Iamallattention,"saidd’Artagnan.

           Athoscollectedhimself,andinproportionashedidso,d’Artagnansawthathebecamepale.Hewasatthatperiodofintoxicationinwhichvulgardrinkersfallonthefloorandgotosleep.Hekepthimselfuprightanddreamed,withoutsleeping.Thissomnambulismofdrunkennesshadsomethingfrightfulinit.

           "Youparticularlywishit?"askedhe.

           "Iprayforit,"saidd’Artagnan.

           "Beitthenasyoudesire.

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