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The Return

           Ah,ah!ButpleasetoobserveIwonbacktheequipage,"criedAthos.

           D’Artagnanlookedmuchdisconcerted.

           "Thisvexesyou?"saidAthos.

           "Well,Imustconfessitdoes,"repliedd’Artagnan."Thathorsewastohaveidentifiedusinthedayofbattle.Itwasapledge,aremembrance.Athos,youhavedonewrong."

           "But,mydearfriend,putyourselfinmyplace,"repliedtheMusketeer."Iwashippedtodeath;andstillfurther,uponmyhonor,Idon’tlikeEnglishhorses.Ifitisonlytoberecognized,whythesaddlewillsufficeforthat;itisquiteremarkableenough.Astothehorse,wecaneasilyfindsomeexcuseforitsdisappearance.Whythedevil!Ahorseismortal;supposeminehadhadtheglandersorthefarcy?"

           D’Artagnandidnotsmile.

           "Itvexesmegreatly,"continuedAthos,"thatyouattachsomuchimportancetotheseanimals,forIamnotyetattheendofmystory."

           "Whatelsehaveyoudone."

           "Afterhavinglostmyownhorse,nineagainsttenseehownearIformedanideaofstakingyours."

           "Yes;butyoustoppedattheidea,Ihope?"

           "No;forIputitinexecutionthatveryminute."

           "Andtheconsequence?"saidd’Artagnan,ingreatanxiety.

           "Ithrew,andIlost."

           "What,myhorse?"

           "Yourhorse,sevenagainsteight;apointshortyouknowtheproverb."

           "Athos,youarenotinyourrightsenses,Iswear."

           "Mydearlad,thatwasyesterday,whenIwastellingyousillystories,itwaspropertotellmethat,andnotthismorning.Ilosthimthen,withallhisappointmentsandfurniture."

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