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The Three Presents of D’artagnan the Elder

           "Heisacoward,indeed,"grumbledthehost,drawingneartod’Artagnan,andendeavoringbythislittleflatterytomakeupmatterswiththeyoungman,astheheronofthefabledidwiththesnailhehaddespisedtheeveningbefore.

           "Yes,abasecoward,"murmuredd’Artagnan;"butsheshewasverybeautiful."

           "Whatshe?"demandedthehost.

           "Milady,"falteredd’Artagnan,andfaintedasecondtime.

           "Ah,it’sallone,"saidthehost;"Ihavelosttwocustomers,butthisoneremains,ofwhomIamprettycertainforsomedaystocome.Therewillbeelevencrownsgained."

           Itistoberememberedthatelevencrownswasjustthesumthatremainedind’Artagnan’spurse.

           Thehosthadreckoneduponelevendaysofconfinementatacrownaday,buthehadreckonedwithouthisguest.Onthefollowingmorningatfiveo’clockd’Artagnanarose,anddescendingtothekitchenwithouthelp,asked,amongotheringredientsthelistofwhichhasnotcomedowntous,forsomeoil,somewine,andsomerosemary,andwithhismother’srecipeinhishandcomposedabalsam,withwhichheanointedhisnumerouswounds,replacinghisbandageshimself,andpositivelyrefusingtheassistanceofanydoctor,d’Artagnanwalkedaboutthatsameevening,andwasalmostcuredbythemorrow.

           Butwhenthetimecametopayforhisrosemary,thisoil,andthewine,

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