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The Wife of Athos

           "Andherbrother?"addedd’Artagnan,timidly.

           "Herbrother?"repliedAthos.

           "Yes,thepriest."

           "Oh,Iinquiredafterhimforthepurposeofhanginghimlikewise;buthewasbeforehandwithme,hehadquitthecuracythenightbefore."

           "Wasiteverknownwhothismiserablefellowwas?"

           "Hewasdoubtlessthefirstloverandaccompliceofthefairlady.Aworthyman,whohadpretendedtobeacurateforthepurposeofgettinghismistressmarried,andsecuringheraposition.Hehasbeenhangedandquartered,Ihope."

           "MyGod,myGod!"criedd’Artagnan,quitestunnedbytherelationofthishorribleadventure.

           "Tastesomeofthisham,d’Artagnan;itisexquisite,"saidAthos,cuttingaslice,whichheplacedontheyoungman’splate.

           "Whatapityitistherewereonlyfourlikethisinthecellar.Icouldhavedrunkfiftybottlesmore."

           D’Artagnancouldnolongerendurethisconversation,whichhadmadehimbewildered.Allowinghisheadtosinkuponhistwohands,hepretendedtosleep.

           "Theseyoungfellowscannoneofthemdrink,"saidAthos,lookingathimwithpity,"andyetthisisoneofthebest!"

           

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