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The Wife of Athos

           "Well?"

           "Well,theEnglishlikegoodwine,asyoumayknow,monsieur;thesehaveaskedforthebest.MywifehasperhapsrequestedpermissionofMonsieurAthostogointothecellartosatisfythesegentlemen;andhe,asusual,hasrefused.Ah,goodheaven!Thereisthehullabaloolouderthanever!"

           D’Artagnan,infact,heardagreatnoiseonthesidenextthecellar.Herose,andprecededbythehostwringinghishands,andfollowedbyPlanchetwithhismusketoonreadyforuse,heapproachedthesceneofaction.

           Thetwogentlemenwereexasperated;theyhadhadalongride,andweredyingwithhungerandthirst.

           "Butthisistyranny!"criedoneofthem,inverygoodFrench,thoughwithaforeignaccent,"thatthismadmanwillnotallowthesegoodpeopleaccesstotheirownwine!Nonsense,letusbreakopenthedoor,andifheistoofargoneinhismadness,well,wewillkillhim!"

           "Softly,gentlemen!"saidd’Artagnan,drawinghispistolsfromhisbelt,"youwillkillnobody,ifyouplease!"

           "Good,good!"criedthecalmvoiceofAthos,fromtheothersideofthedoor,"letthemjustcomein,thesedevourersoflittlechildren,andweshallsee!"

           Braveastheyappearedtobe,thetwoEnglishgentlemenlookedateachotherhesitatingly.Onemighthavethoughttherewasinthatcellaroneofthosefamishedogresthegiganticheroesofpopularlegends,intowhosecavernnobodycouldforcetheirwaywithimpunity.

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