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Although the Musketeer was not expected before one o'clock, the procurator's wife had been on the watch ever since midday, reckoning that the heart, or perhaps the stomach, of her lover would bring him before his time. Mme.
"Oh, my legs, my poor legs! where are you?" murmured Coquenard, and he tried to smile. This succor, which came to Porthos at the moment in which he was attacked in his gastronomic hopes, inspired much gratitude in the Musketeer toward the procurator's wife. The hour of dinner soon arrived. They passed into the eating room a large dark room situated opposite the kitchen.
When I was taken to the Public Procurator's, I had pains in my ears, body and limbs. I could not stand the torture and wanted to die." "Having got so far," wrote a spectator, "the old man broke down and began to weep, crying louder and louder. He said something as he wept, but the interpreter could not make out what it was. The Court evidently pitied him and told him to stand down.
The procurator's wife took Porthos into an adjoining room, and they began to lay the basis of a reconciliation. "You can come and dine three times a week," said Mme. Coquenard. "Thanks, madame!" said Porthos, "but I don't like to abuse your kindness; besides, I must think of my outfit!" "That's true," said the procurator's wife, groaning, "that unfortunate outfit!"
Here was a King that did not expect to win back the land by armed rebellion against the Roman legions, but said, 'Be meek, and you will truly possess it, whether there is a Pilate in the procurator's house at Cæsarea or not. But for us the words have a double reference, as all the promises annexed to these Beatitudes have. They apply to the present; they apply to the future.
He was about to see in reality a certain coffer of which he had twenty times beheld the image in his dreams a coffer long and deep, locked, bolted, fastened in the wall; a coffer of which he had so often heard, and which the hands a little wrinkled, it is true, but still not without elegance of the procurator's wife were about to open to his admiring looks.
"The procurator's spoiled a'," observed Ratcliffe, drily. And it was even so; for the question, put in so direct a shape, immediately awakened Madge to the propriety of being reserved upon those very topics on which Ratcliffe had indirectly seduced her to become communicative.
Finally, the rest of the equipment was successively debated in the same manner; and the result of the sitting was that the procurator's wife should give eight hundred livres in money, and should furnish the horse and the mule which should have the honor of carrying Porthos and Mousqueton to glory. These conditions being agreed to, Porthos took leave of Mme. Coquenard.
When the lady of the red cushion came close to Porthos, Porthos drew his dripping hand from the font. The fair worshipper touched the great hand of Porthos with her delicate fingers, smiled, made the sign of the cross, and left the church. This was too much for the procurator's wife; she doubted not there was an intrigue between this lady and Porthos.
By the Court: "It would be impossible to hang you by your thumbs." Prisoner: "My great toes scarcely touched the ground. Under such circumstances I was told to say the same thing at the Public Procurator's Office, and as I feared that I should be tortured there, too, I said 'Yes' to all questions." Some variety was introduced into the treatment of Cho Tok-chan, a Presbyterian pastor, at Chong-ju.
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