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The Return

           "Iammuchattachedtothathorse,Athos."

           "Andthereagainyouarewrong.Ahorseslipsandinjuresajoint;ahorsestumblesandbreakshiskneestothebone;ahorseeatsoutofamangerinwhichaglanderedhorsehaseaten.Thereisahorse,whileonthecontrary,thehundredpistolesfeedtheirmaster."

           "Buthowshallwegetback?"

           "Uponourlackey’shorses,PARDIEU.Anybodymayseebyourbearingthatwearepeopleofcondition."

           "PrettyfiguresweshallcutonponieswhileAramisandPorthoscaracoleontheirsteeds."

           "Aramis!Porthos!"criedAthos,andlaughedaloud.

           "Whatisit?"askedd’Artagnan,whodidnotatallcomprehendthehilarityofhisfriend.

           "Nothing,nothing!Goon!"

           "Youradvice,then?"

           "Totakethehundredpistoles,d’Artagnan.Withthehundredpistoleswecanlivewelltotheendofthemonth.Wehaveundergoneagreatdealoffatigue,remember,andalittlerestwilldonoharm."

           "Irest?Oh,no,Athos.OnceinParis,Ishallprosecutemysearchforthatunfortunatewoman!"

           "Well,youmaybeassuredthatyourhorsewillnotbehalfsoserviceabletoyouforthatpurposeasgoodgoldenlouis.Takethehundredpistoles,myfriend;takethehundredpistoles!"

           D’Artagnanonlyrequiredonereasontobesatisfied.Thislastreasonappearedconvincing.Besides,hefearedthatbyresistinglongerheshouldappearselfishintheeyesofAthos.Heacquiesced,therefore,andchosethehundredpistoles,whichtheEnglishmanpaiddownonthespot.

           Theythendeterminedtodepart.

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