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"The affair is not in Paris, then?" "No." "Abroad?" "In England." "A speculative country, that is true," said Planchet, "a country that I know well. What sort of an affair, monsieur, without too much curiosity?" "Planchet, it is a restoration." "Of monuments?" "Yes, of monuments; we shall restore Whitehall." "That is important. And in a month, you think?" "I shall undertake it."
He will require neither repayment nor interest before the return of M. d'Artagnan from a journey he is about to take into England. On his part, M. d'Artagnan undertakes it to find twenty thousand livres, which he will join to the twenty thousand already laid down by the Sieur Planchet.
And thereupon he rose from his sack of Indian corn, stretching himself, and making all his bones crack, one after the other, with a sort of harmony. "Planchet! Planchet!" exclaimed D'Artagnan, "I do declare that there is no sybarite upon the face of the globe who can for a moment be compared to you. Oh, Planchet, it is very clear that we have never yet eaten a ton of salt together."
"Ah! good God!" articulated Planchet, drawing back before the dazzling fire of his looks. "Imbecile!" cried D'Artagnan, "you think me mad! Mordioux! On the contrary, never was my head more clear, or my heart more joyous. To the bags, Planchet, to the bags!" "But to what bags, good heavens!" D'Artagnan pushed Planchet towards the window. "Under that shed yonder, don't you see a horse?" "Yes."
Oh! what a pretty old house!" "The sign Notre Dame; it is an old cabaret, which I have transformed into a private house in two days." "But the cabaret is still open?" "Pardieu!" "And where do you lodge, then?" "I? I lodge with Planchet." "You said, just now, 'This is my house." "I said so, because, in fact, it is my house. I have bought it." "Ah!" said Raoul.
But the grocer had a heart of gold, ever mindful of the good old times a trait that carries youth into old age. So Planchet, notwithstanding a sort of internal shiver, checked as soon as experienced, received Porthos with respect, mingled with the tenderest cordiality.
It struck me as curious, as I looked back upon it; Madame Planchet so far had not heard the sound of Carpenter's voice. Now she forced him to speak, but she did not force him to look at her.
"CORBLEU I am more your friend than you think for after our very first encounter, I could by saying a word to the cardinal have had your throat cut!" They this time embraced heartily, and without retaining any malice. Planchet obtained from Rochefort the rank of sergeant in the Piedmont regiment.
"Ah, monsieur!" replied Planchet, recurring to his besetting idea, "that Monsieur Bonacieux has something vicious in his eyebrows, and something very unpleasant in the play of his lips." "What the devil makes you think of Bonacieux?" "Monsieur, we think of what we can, and not of what we will." "Because you are a coward, Planchet."
"On account of the speculation." said Planchet, heedlessly. "The speculation!" "I mean " interrupted Planchet, quite confused. "Well, well; neither your affairs nor those of your master are in question; the interest we take in him alone has induced me to apply to you.
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