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Aramis and His Thesis

           "Ah,PARDIEU!Mydeardame,"saidd’Artagnan,springingfromhishorse,andthrowingthebridletoPlanchet,"yourestoremetolife;whereisthisdearAramis?Letmeembracehim,Iaminahurrytoseehimagain."

           "Pardon,monsieur,butIdoubtwhetherhecanseeyouatthismoment."

           "Whyso?Hashealadywithhim?"

           "Jesus!Whatdoyoumeanbythat?Poorlad!No,monsieur,hehasnotaladywithhim."

           "Withwhomishe,then?"

           "WiththecurateofMontdidierandthesuperioroftheJesuitsofAmiens."

           "Goodheavens!"criedd’Artagnan,"isthepoorfellowworse,then?"

           "No,monsieur,quitethecontrary;butafterhisillnessgracetouchedhim,andhedeterminedtotakeorders."

           "That’sit!"saidd’Artagnan,"IhadforgottenthathewasonlyaMusketeerforatime."

           "Monsieurstillinsistsuponseeinghim?"

           "Morethanever."

           "Well,monsieurhasonlytotaketheright-handstaircaseinthecourtyard,andknockatNumberFiveonthesecondfloor."

           D’Artagnanwalkedquicklyinthedirectionindicated,andfoundoneofthoseexteriorstaircasesthatarestilltobeseenintheyardsofourold-fashionedtaverns.Buttherewasnogettingattheplaceofsojournofthefutureabbe;thedefilesofthechamberofAramiswereaswellguardedasthegardensofArmida.Bazinwasstationedinthecorridor,andbarredhispassagewiththemoreintrepiditythat,aftermanyyearsoftrial,Bazinfoundhimselfneararesultofwhichhehadeverbeenambitious.

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