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Monsieur d'Artagnan, how hard you are upon me!" "If you don't go directly and tell M. Percerin that I am here, my dear Moliere," said D'Artagnan, in a low tone, "I warn you of one thing: that I won't exhibit to you the friend I have brought with me." Moliere indicated Porthos by an imperceptible gesture, "This gentleman, is it not?" "Yes."
"Then," continued Porthos, "he made a sign: two lads approached; one supported my left arm, while the other, with infinite address, supported my right." "'Another, my man, cried he. A third approached. 'Support monsieur by the waist, said he. The garcon complied." "So that you were at rest?" asked D'Artagnan. "Perfectly; and Pocquenard drew me on the glass." "Poquelin, my friend."
"It is," replied D'Artagnan, fixing his eyes upon Aramis, "it is that Porthos is not in his apartment." "Indeed," said Aramis calmly; "are you sure?" "Pardieu! I came from his chamber." "Where can he be, then?" "That is what I am asking you." "And have you not inquired?" "Yes, I have." "And what answer did you get?"
"What is the meaning of this hunt, skipper?" said Porthos. "Eh! monseigneur, I cannot understand it," replied the Breton. "It is not at such a moment that the Seigneur de Locmaria would hunt. No, and yet the dogs " "Unless they have escaped from the kennel." "No," said Goenne, "they are not the Seigneur de Locmaria's hounds."
Then d'Artagnan, disposed to become the most tender of lovers, was at the same time a very devoted friend, In the midst of his amorous projects for the mercer's wife, he did not forget his friends. The pretty Mme. Bonacieux was just the woman to walk with in the Plain St. Denis or in the fair of St. Germain, in company with Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, to whom d'Artagnan had often remarked this.
"In short, then, they placed me opposite to a part of the room which was partitioned; I tried to get my boot on; I pulled it with my hands, I pushed with all the strength of the muscles of my leg, making the most unheard-of efforts, when suddenly the two tags of my boot remained in my hands, and my foot struck out like a ballista." "How learned you are in fortification, dear Porthos."
"This dear friend," said D'Artagnan, carefully avoiding to utter either the former name borne by Porthos or his new one, "then he has not forgotten me?" "Forgotten he!" cried Mousqueton; "there's not a day, sir, that we don't expect to hear that you were made marshal either instead of Monsieur de Gassion, or of Monsieur de Bassompierre."
"That would render us a service, for when announcing to the king's lieutenant the submission of the islanders, you will perhaps obtain some grace for us on informing him of the manner in which that submission has been effected." "Grace!" replied Porthos with flashing eyes, "what is the meaning of that word?"
I give it you if you really wished to avenge the weak and oppressed against the oppressor." "That is sufficient for me," said Aramis, with a blush which was lost in the obscurity of the night. "You shall have the two best horses, Aramis; and again I recommend poor Porthos strongly to your care." "Oh! I have no fear on that score. One word more: do you think I am maneuvering for him as I ought?"
"Good-evening, comrade," said D'Artagnan in his most fascinating voice and manner. "Good-evening, sir," answered the soldier, in a strong provincial accent. "'Tis not too warm to walk," resumed D'Artagnan. "No, sir." "And I think a glass of wine will not be disagreeable to you?" "A glass of wine will be extremely welcome." "The fish bites the fish bites!" whispered the Gascon to Porthos.
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