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A Procurator’s Dinner

           Porthosdidnotfeeltheridiculeofthis,andtookitforapieceofsimplicity,atwhichhelaughedinhislargemustache.Mme.Coquenard,whoknewthatasimple-mindedprocuratorwasaveryrarevarietyinthespecies,smiledalittle,andcoloredagreatdeal.

           M.Coquenardhad,sincethearrivalofPorthos,frequentlycasthiseyeswithgreatuneasinessuponalargechestplacedinfrontofhisoakdesk.Porthoscomprehendedthatthischest,althoughitdidnotcorrespondinshapewiththatwhichhehadseeninhisdreams,mustbetheblessedcoffer,andhecongratulatedhimselfthattherealitywasseveralfeethigherthanthedream.

           M.Coquenarddidnotcarryhisgenealogicalinvestigationsanyfurther;butwithdrawinghisanxiouslookfromthechestandfixingituponPorthos,hecontentedhimselfwithsaying,"Monsieurourcousinwilldousthefavorofdiningwithusoncebeforehisdepartureforthecampaign,willhenot,MadameCoquenard?"

           ThistimePorthosreceivedtheblowrightinhisstomach,andfeltit.ItappearedlikewisethatMme.Coquenardwasnotlessaffectedbyitonherpart,forsheadded,"Mycousinwillnotreturnifhefindsthatwedonottreathimkindly;butotherwisehehassolittletimetopassinParis,andconsequentlytosparetous,thatwemustentreathimtogiveuseveryinstanthecancallhisownprevioustohisdeparture."

           "Oh,mylegs,mypoorlegs!whereareyou?"murmuredCoquenard,andhetriedtosmile.

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