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The Wife of Athos

           ItoldhimveryhumblyforIcouldnotconcealfrommyselfthescrapeIhadgotintobylayinghandsononeofhisMajesty’sMusketeersItoldhimIwasquitereadytosubmittohisconditions.

           "‘Inthefirstplace,’saidhe,‘Iwishmylackeyplacedwithme,fullyarmed.’Wehastenedtoobeythisorder;foryouwillpleasetounderstand,monsieur,weweredisposedtodoeverythingyourfriendcoulddesire.MonsieurGrimaud(hetoldushisname,althoughhedoesnottalkmuch)—MonsieurGrimaud,then,wentdowntothecellar,woundedashewas;thenhismaster,havingadmittedhim,barricadedthedoorafresh,andorderedustoremainquietlyinourownbar."

           "ButwhereisAthosnow?"criedd’Artagnan."WhereisAthos?"

           "Inthecellar,monsieur."

           "What,youscoundrel!Haveyoukepthiminthecellarallthistime?"

           "Mercifulheaven!No,monsieur!Wekeephiminthecellar!Youdonotknowwhatheisaboutinthecellar.Ah!Ifyoucouldbutpersuadehimtocomeout,monsieur,Ishouldoweyouthegratitudeofmywholelife;Ishouldadoreyouasmypatronsaint!"

           "Thenheisthere?Ishallfindhimthere?"

           "Withoutdoubtyouwill,monsieur;hepersistsinremainingthere.Weeverydaypassthroughtheairholesomebreadattheendofafork,andsomemeatwhenheasksforit;butalas!Itisnotofbreadandmeatofwhichhemakesthegreatestconsumption.Ionceendeavoredtogodownwithtwoofmyservants;butheflewintoterriblerage.

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