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The
host
had
reckoned
upon
eleven
days
of
confinement
at
a
crown
a
day
,
but
he
had
reckoned
without
his
guest
.
On
the
following
morning
at
five
o'clock
d'Artagnan
arose
,
and
descending
to
the
kitchen
without
help
,
asked
,
among
other
ingredients
the
list
of
which
has
not
come
down
to
us
,
for
some
oil
,
some
wine
,
and
some
rosemary
,
and
with
his
mother
's
recipe
in
his
hand
composed
a
balsam
,
with
which
he
anointed
his
numerous
wounds
,
replacing
his
bandages
himself
,
and
positively
refusing
the
assistance
of
any
doctor
,
d'Artagnan
walked
about
that
same
evening
,
and
was
almost
cured
by
the
morrow
.
But
when
the
time
came
to
pay
for
his
rosemary
,
this
oil
,
and
the
wine
,
the
only
expense
the
master
had
incurred
,
as
he
had
preserved
a
strict
abstinence
--
while
on
the
contrary
,
the
yellow
horse
,
by
the
account
of
the
hostler
at
least
,
had
eaten
three
times
as
much
as
a
horse
of
his
size
could
reasonably
supposed
to
have
done
--
d'Artagnan
found
nothing
in
his
pocket
but
his
little
old
velvet
purse
with
the
eleven
crowns
it
contained
;
for
as
to
the
letter
addressed
to
M.
de
Treville
,
it
had
disappeared
.
The
young
man
commenced
his
search
for
the
letter
with
the
greatest
patience
,
turning
out
his
pockets
of
all
kinds
over
and
over
again
,
rummaging
and
rerummaging
in
his
valise
,
and
opening
and
reopening
his
purse
;
but
when
he
found
that
he
had
come
to
the
conviction
that
the
letter
was
not
to
be
found
,
he
flew
,
for
the
third
time
,
into
such
a
rage
as
was
near
costing
him
a
fresh
consumption
of
wine
,
oil
,
and
rosemary
--
for
upon
seeing
this
hot-headed
youth
become
exasperated
and
threaten
to
destroy
everything
in
the
establishment
if
his
letter
were
not
found
,
the
host
seized
a
spit
,
his
wife
a
broom
handle
,
and
the
servants
the
same
sticks
they
had
used
the
day
before
.
"
My
letter
of
recommendation
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
"
my
letter
of
recommendation
!
or
,
the
holy
blood
,
I
will
spit
you
all
like
ortolans
!
"
Unfortunately
,
there
was
one
circumstance
which
created
a
powerful
obstacle
to
the
accomplishment
of
this
threat
;
which
was
,
as
we
have
related
,
that
his
sword
had
been
in
his
first
conflict
broken
in
two
,
and
which
he
had
entirely
forgotten
.
Hence
,
it
resulted
when
d'Artagnan
proceeded
to
draw
his
sword
in
earnest
,
he
found
himself
purely
and
simply
armed
with
a
stump
of
a
sword
about
eight
or
ten
inches
in
length
,
which
the
host
had
carefully
placed
in
the
scabbard
.
As
to
the
rest
of
the
blade
,
the
master
had
slyly
put
that
on
one
side
to
make
himself
a
larding
pin
.
But
this
deception
would
probably
not
have
stopped
our
fiery
young
man
if
the
host
had
not
reflected
that
the
reclamation
which
his
guest
made
was
perfectly
just
.
"
But
,
after
all
,
"
said
he
,
lowering
the
point
of
his
spit
,
"
where
is
this
letter
?
"
"
Yes
,
where
is
this
letter
?
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
In
the
first
place
,
I
warn
you
that
that
letter
is
for
Monsieur
de
Treville
,
and
it
must
be
found
,
he
will
know
how
to
find
it
.
"
His
threat
completed
the
intimidation
of
the
host
.
After
the
king
and
the
cardinal
,
M.
de
Treville
was
the
man
whose
name
was
perhaps
most
frequently
repeated
by
the
military
,
and
even
by
citizens
.
There
was
,
to
be
sure
,
Father
Joseph
,
but
his
name
was
never
pronounced
but
with
a
subdued
voice
,
such
was
the
terror
inspired
by
his
Gray
Eminence
,
as
the
cardinal
's
familiar
was
called
.
