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But when the time came to pay for his rosemary, this oil, and thewine, the only expense the master had incurred, as he hadpreserved a strict abstinence--while on the contrary, the yellowhorse, by the account of the hostler at least, had eaten threetimes as much as a horse of his size could reasonably supposed tohave done--D'Artagnan found nothing in his pocket but his littleold velvet purse with the eleven crowns it contained; for as tothe letter addressed to M. de Treville, it had disappeared.The young man commenced his search for the letter with thegreatest patience, turning out his pockets of all kinds over andover again, rummaging and rerummaging in his valise, and openingand reopening his purse; but when he found that he had come tothe conviction that the letter was not to be found, he flew, forthe third time, into such a rage as was near costing him a freshconsumption of wine, oil, and rosemary--for upon seeing this hot-headed youth become exasperated and threaten to destroyeverything in the establishment if his letter were not found, thehost seized a spit, his wife a broom handle, and the servants thesame sticks they had used the day before.


"I hope so, monsieur."

The chancellor carried the letter to the king without having reada single word of it. The king took it with a trembling hand,looked for the address, which was wanting, became very pale,opened it slowly, then seeing by the first words that it wasaddressed to the King of Spain, he read it rapidly.It was nothing but a plan of attack against the cardinal. Thequeen pressed her brother and the Emperor of Austria to appear tobe wounded, as they really were, by the policy of Richelieu--theeternal object of which was the abasement of the house ofAustria--to declare war against France, and as a condition ofpeace, to insist upon the dismissal of the cardinal; but as tolove, there was not a single word about it in all the letter.The king, quite delighted, inquired if the cardinal was still atthe Louvre; he was told that his Eminence awaited the orders ofhis Majesty in the business cabinet.

Henry IV, when besieging Paris, had loaves and provisions thrownover the walls. The cardinal had little notes thrown over inwhich he represented to the Rochellais how unjust, selfish, andbarbarous was the conduct of their leaders. These leaders hadcorn in abundance, and would not let them partake of it; theyadopted as a maxim--for they, too, had maxims--that it was ofvery little consequence that women, children, and old men shoulddie, so long as the men who were to defend the walls remainedstrong and healthy. Up to that time, whether from devotedness orfrom want of power to act against it, this maxim, without beinggenerally adopted, nevertheless passed from theory into practice;but the notes did it injury. The notes reminded the men that thechildren, women, and old men whom they allowed to die were theirsons, their wives, and their fathers, and that it would be morejust for everyone to be reduced to the common misery, in orderthat equal conditions should give birth to unanimous resolutions.These notes had all the effect that he who wrote them couldexpect, in that they induced a great number of the inhabitants toopen private negotiations with the royal army.

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"To be sure; for Monsieur de Wardes."


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It may be supposed that his desire to hear the conversation wasaugmented by this discovery. His eyes took a strange expression,and with the step of a tiger-cat he advanced toward the hedge;but he had not been able to catch more than a few vague syllableswithout any positive sense, when a sonorous and short cry madehim start, and attracted the attention of the Musketeers."Officer!" cried Grimaud.

The guests having eaten the soup, were about to lift thefirst glass of wine to their lips, when all at once thecannon sounded from Fort Louis and Fort Neuf. TheGuardsmen, imagining this to be caused by some unexpectedattack, either of the besieged or the English, sprang totheir swords. D'Artagnan, not less forward than they, didlikewise, and all ran out, in order to repair to theirposts.

<"I then swore that this woman who had ruined him, who was more than hisaccomplice, since she had urged him to the crime, should at least sharehis punishment. I suspected where she was concealed. I followed her, Icaught her, I bound her; and I imprinted the same disgraceful mark uponher that I had imprinted upon my poor brother.The boat moved off toward the left-hand shore of the Lys, bearing theguilty woman and the executioner; all the others remained on the right-hand bank, where they fell on their knees.

"So that since that time-" replied D'Artagnan, totally unable torefrain from laughing at the pitiable face of the host."So from that time, monsieur," continued the latter, "we have ledthe most miserable life imaginable; for you must know, monsieur,that all our provisions are in the cellar. There is our wine inbottles, and our wine in casks; the beer, the oil, and thespices, the bacon, and sausages. And as we are prevented fromgoing down there, we are forced to refuse food and drink to thetravelers who come to the house; so that our hostelry is dailygoing to ruin. If your friend remains another week in my cellarI shall be a ruined man."


<"What is that noise?" demanded Milady."You see, they are going to send a whole regiment againstus," said Athos.

"Monsieur de Cavois?"





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