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Hunting for the Equipments

           Atthatmomentd’ArtagnanpassedinpursuitofMilady;hecastapassingglanceatPorthos,andbeheldthistriumphantlook.

           "Eh,eh!"saidhe,reasoningtohimselfaccordingtothestrangelyeasymoralityofthatgallantperiod,"thereisonewhowillbeequippedingoodtime!"

           Porthos,yieldingtothepressureofthearmoftheprocurator’swife,asabarkyieldstotherudder,arrivedatthecloisterSt.Magloirealittle-frequentedpassage,enclosedwithaturnstileateachend.Inthedaytimenobodywasseentherebutmendicantsdevouringtheircrusts,andchildrenatplay.

           "Ah,MonsieurPorthos,"criedtheprocurator’swife,whenshewasassuredthatnoonewhowasastrangertothepopulationofthelocalitycouldeitherseeorhearher,"ah,MonsieurPorthos,youareagreatconqueror,asitappears!"

           "I,madame?"saidPorthos,drawinghimselfupproudly;"howso?"

           "Thesignsjustnow,andtheholywater!Butthatmustbeaprincess,atleastthatladywithherNegroboyandhermaid!"

           "MyGod!Madame,youaredeceived,"saidPorthos;"sheissimplyaduchess."

           "Andthatrunningfootmanwhowaitedatthedoor,andthatcarriagewithacoachmaningrandliverywhosatwaitingonhisseat?"

           Porthoshadseenneitherthefootmannorthecarriage,butwiththeeyeofajealouswoman,Mme.Coquenardhadseeneverything.

           Porthosregrettedthathehadnotatoncemadetheladyoftheredcushionaprincess.

           "Ah,youarequitethepetoftheladies,MonsieurPorthos!"resumedtheprocurator’swife,withasigh.

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