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A Family Affair

           Aramiscamebehind,givinghisarmtoPorthos.Aramismumbledversestohimself,andPorthosfromtimetotimepulledahairortwofromhismustache,insignofdespair.

           Butallatonceashadowappearedinthedarknesstheoutlineofwhichwasfamiliartod’Artagnan,andawell-knownvoicesaid,"Monsieur,Ihavebroughtyourcloak;itischillythisevening."

           "Planchet!"criedd’Artagnan,besidehimselfwithjoy.

           "Planchet!"repeatedAramisandPorthos.

           "Well,yes,Planchet,tobesure,"saidAthos,"whatistheresoastonishinginthat?Hepromisedtobebackbyeighto’clock,andeightisstriking.Bravo,Planchet,youarealadofyourword,andifeveryouleaveyourmaster,Iwillpromiseyouaplaceinmyservice."

           "Oh,no,never,"saidPlanchet,"IwillneverleaveMonsieurd’Artagnan."

           Atthesametimed’ArtagnanfeltthatPlanchetslippedanoteintohishand.

           D’ArtagnanfeltastronginclinationtoembracePlanchetashehadembracedhimonhisdeparture;buthefearedlestthismarkofaffection,bestoweduponhislackeyintheopenstreet,mightappearextraordinarytopassers-by,andherestrainedhimself.

           "Ihavethenote,"saidhetoAthosandtohisfriends.

           "That’swell,"saidAthos,"letusgohomeandreadit."

           Thenoteburnedthehandofd’Artagnan.Hewishedtohastentheirsteps;butAthostookhisarmandpasseditunderhisown,andtheyoungmanwasforcedtoregulatehispacebythatofhisfriend

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