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A Family Affair

           Eh,gentlemen,letusreckonuponaccidents!Lifeisachapletoflittlemiserieswhichthephilosophercountswithasmile.Bephilosophers,asIam,gentlemen;sitdownatthetableandletusdrink.Nothingmakesthefuturelooksobrightassurveyingitthroughaglassofchambertin."

           "That’sallverywell,"repliedd’Artagnan;"butIamtiredoffearingwhenIopenafreshbottlethatthewinemaycomefromthecellarofMilady."

           "Youareveryfastidious,"saidAthos;"suchabeautifulwoman!"

           "Awomanofmark!"saidPorthos,withhisloudlaugh.

           Athosstarted,passedhishandoverhisbrowtoremovethedropsofperspirationthatburstforth,androseinhisturnwithanervousmovementhecouldnotrepress.

           Theday,however,passedaway;andtheeveningcameonslowly,butfinallyitcame.Thebarswerefilledwithdrinkers.Athos,whohadpocketedhisshareofthediamond,seldomquittheParpaillot.HehadfoundinM.deBusigny,who,bytheby,hadgiventhemamagnificentdinner,apartnerworthyofhiscompany.Theywereplayingtogether,asusual,whenseveno’clocksounded;thepatrolwasheardpassingtodoubletheposts.Athalfpastseventheretreatwassounded.

           "Wearelost,"saidd’Artagnan,intheearofAthos.

           "Youmeantosaywehavelost,"saidAthos,quietly,drawingfourpistolesfromhispocketandthrowingthemuponthetable."Come,gentlemen,"saidhe,"theyarebeatingthetattoo.Letustobed!"

           AndAthoswentoutoftheParpaillot,followedbyd’Artagnan.

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