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Then, indeed, the Roman governor of Syria, not so reckless as his subordinate, or, it may be, corrupted by the man anxious to step into the procurator's place, summoned Cumanus before him, and sent him to Rome to stand his trial for maladministration. But this act of belated justice brought the Jews small comfort; Cumanus was succeeded by Felix, an even worse creature.
"The doubles the offense," said Porthos, disengaging his arm from that of the procurator's wife; "for if you are rich, Madame Coquenard, then there is no excuse for your refusal." "When I said rich," replied the procurator's wife, who saw that she had gone too far, "you must not take the word literally. I am not precisely rich, though I am pretty well off."
Porthos ate his wing of the fowl timidly, and shuddered when he felt the knee of the procurator's wife under the table, as it came in search of his. He also drank half a glass of this sparingly served wine, and found it to be nothing but that horrible Montreuil the terror of all expert palates. M. Coquenard saw him swallowing this wine undiluted, and sighed deeply.
Do you love me still?" "Ah, madame," said Porthos, in the most melancholy tone he could assume, "when we are about to enter upon a campaign a campaign, in which my presentiments tell me I shall be killed " "Oh, don't talk of such things!" cried the procurator's wife, bursting into tears. "Something whispers me so," continued Porthos, becoming more and more melancholy.
Everything political was religious; everything religious was political. Thus every procurator's hands were full. The Roman eagles, the Roman statues, even the votive shields of Pilate, were deliberate insults to their religion. The Roman taking of the census was an abomination. Yet it had to be done, for it was the basis of taxation. But there it was again.
Every evening, either in the antechamber, the corridor, or on the stairs, he met the pretty SOUBRETTE. But, as we have said, d'Artagnan paid no attention to this persistence of poor Kitty. However brilliant had been the part played by Porthos in the duel, it had not made him forget the dinner of the procurator's wife.
"Why, they may amount to ", said Porthos, who preferred discussing the total to taking them one by one. The procurator's wife waited tremblingly. "To how much?" said she. "I hope it does not exceed " She stopped; speech failed her. "Oh, no," said Porthos, "it does not exceed two thousand five hundred livres! I even think that with economy I could manage it with two thousand livres."
What ineffable misery the bigoted Separatists or Pharisees endured at finding themselves elbowed and laughed at in the procurator's presence in Caesarea by the devotees of Gerizim! In this rain of sorrows, one consolation, and one only, remained to the fallen people: the high-priest occupied the Herodian palace in the market-place, and kept the semblance of a court there.
It seemed to her distracted fancy that only one person could save her Geoffrey, her husband! He must be coming soon. She thought that she could hear his step in the corridor. "Geoffrey! Geoffrey!" she cried. It was the warder. He stirred her with his foot. She was hauled back to the procurator's court. "So! Have you considered well?" said the little spotted man. "Will you now confess?"
D'Artagnan, without losing sight of the lady of the red cushion, continued to watch the proceedings of Porthos, which amused him greatly. He guessed that the lady of the black hood was the procurator's wife of the Rue aux Ours, which was the more probable from the church of St. Leu being not far from that locality.
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