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The Wife of Athos

           "Allmysausagesaregnawed!"

           "Thereisanenormousquantityofratsinthatcellar."

           "Youshallpaymeforallthis,"criedtheexasperatedhost.

           "Tripleass!"saidAthos,rising;buthesankdownagainimmediately.Hehadtriedhisstrengthtotheutmost.d’Artagnancametohisreliefwithhiswhipinhishand.

           Thehostdrewbackandburstintotears.

           "Thiswillteachyou,"saidd’Artagnan,"totreattheguestsGodsendsyouinamorecourteousfashion."

           "God?Saythedevil!"

           "Mydearfriend,"saidd’Artagnan,"ifyouannoyusinthismannerwewillallfourgoandshutourselvesupinyourcellar,andwewillseeifthemischiefisasgreatasyousay."

           "Oh,gentlemen,"saidthehost,"Ihavebeenwrong.Iconfessit,butpardontoeverysin!Youaregentlemen,andIamapoorinnkeeper.Youwillhavepityonme."

           "Ah,ifyouspeakinthatway,"saidAthos,"youwillbreakmyheart,andthetearswillflowfrommyeyesasthewineflowedfromthecask.Wearenotsuchdevilsasweappeartobe.Comehither,andletustalk."

           Thehostapproachedwithhesitation.

           "Comehither,Isay,anddon’tbeafraid,"continuedAthos."AttheverymomentwhenIwasabouttopayyou,Ihadplacedmypurseonthetable."

           "Yes,monsieur."

           "Thatpursecontainedsixtypistoles;whereisit?"

           "Depositedwiththejustice;theysaiditwasbadmoney."

           "Verywell;getmemypursebackandkeepthesixtypistoles."

           "ButMonseigneurknowsverywellthatjusticeneverletsgothatwhichitoncelaysholdof.

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