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The Wife of Athos

           Thecountflewtohertohelp,andassheappearedtobeoppressedbyherclothes,herippedthemopenwithhisponaird,andinsodoinglaidbarehershoulder.d’Artagnan,"saidAthos,withamaniacalburstoflaughter,"guesswhatshehadonhershoulder."

           "HowcanItell?"saidd’Artagnan.

           "AFLEUR-DE-LIS,"saidAthos."Shewasbranded."

           Athosemptiedatasingledraughttheglassheheldinhishand.

           "Horror!"criedd’Artagnan."Whatdoyoutellme?"

           "Truth,myfriend.Theangelwasademon;thepooryounggirlhadstolenthesacredvesselsfromachurch."

           "Andwhatdidthecountdo?"

           "Thecountwasofthehighestnobility.Hehadonhisestatestherightsofhighandlowtribunals.Hetorethedressofthecountesstopieces;hetiedherhandsbehindher,andhangedheronatree."

           "Heavens,Athos,amurder?"criedd’Artagnan.

           "Noless,"saidAthos,aspaleasacorpse."ButmethinksIneedwine!"andheseizedbytheneckthelastbottlethatwasleft,putittohismouth,andemptieditatasingledraught,ashewouldhaveemptiedanordinaryglass.

           Thenhelethisheadsinkuponhistwohands,whiled’Artagnanstoodbeforehim,stupefied.

           "Thathascuredmeofbeautiful,poetical,andlovingwomen,"saidAthos,afteraconsiderablepause,raisinghishead,andforgettingtocontinuethefictionofthecount."Godgrantyouasmuch!Letusdrink."

           "Thensheisdead?"stammeredd’Artagnan.

           "PARBLEU!"saidAthos."Butholdoutyourglass.Someham,myboy,orwecan’tdrink"

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