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The Shoulder of Athos, the Baldric of Porthos and the Handkerchief of Aramis

           "What,monsieur!"criedd’Artagnan,"anddoyousuppose"

           "Isuppose,monsieurthatyouarenotafool,andthatyouknewverywell,althoughcomingfromGascony,thatpeopledonottreaduponhandkerchiefswithoutareason.Whatthedevil!Parisisnotpavedwithcambric!"

           "Monsieur,youactwronglyinendeavoringtomortifyme,"saidd’Artagnan,inwhomthenaturalquarrelsomespiritbegantospeakmoreloudlythanhispacificresolutions."IamfromGascony,itistrue;andsinceyouknowit,thereisnooccasiontotellyouthatGasconsarenotverypatient,sothatwhentheyhavebeggedtobeexcusedonce,wereitevenforafolly,theyareconvincedthattheyhavedonealreadyatleastasmuchagainastheyoughttohavedone."

           "Monsieur,whatIsaytoyouaboutthematter,"saidAramis,"isnotforthesakeofseekingaquarrel.ThankGod,Iamnotabravo!AndbeingaMusketeerbutforatime,IonlyfightwhenIamforcedtodoso,andalwayswithgreatrepugnance;butthistimetheaffairisserious,forhereisaladycompromisedbyyou."

           "ByUS,youmean!"criedd’Artagnan.

           "Whydidyousomaladroitlyrestoremethehandkerchief?"

           "Whydidyousoawkwardlyletitfall?"

           "Ihavesaid,monsieur,andIrepeat,thatthehandkerchiefdidnotfallfrommypocket."

           "Andtherebyyouhaveliedtwice,monsieur,forIsawitfall."

           "Ah,youtakeitwiththattone,doyou,MasterGascon?Well,Iwillteachyouhowtobehaveyourself."

           "AndIwillsendyoubacktoyourMassbook,MasterAbbe

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