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The
stranger
looked
at
him
again
with
a
slight
smile
,
and
retiring
from
the
window
,
came
out
of
the
hostelry
with
a
slow
step
,
and
placed
himself
before
the
horse
,
within
two
paces
of
d'Artagnan
.
His
quiet
manner
and
the
ironical
expression
of
his
countenance
redoubled
the
mirth
of
the
persons
with
whom
he
had
been
talking
,
and
who
still
remained
at
the
window
.
D'Artagnan
,
seeing
him
approach
,
drew
his
sword
a
foot
out
of
the
scabbard
.
"
This
horse
is
decidedly
,
or
rather
has
been
in
his
youth
,
a
buttercup
,
"
resumed
the
stranger
,
continuing
the
remarks
he
had
begun
,
and
addressing
himself
to
his
auditors
at
the
window
,
without
paying
the
least
attention
to
the
exasperation
of
d'Artagnan
,
who
,
however
placed
himself
between
him
and
them
.
"
It
is
a
color
very
well
known
in
botany
,
but
till
the
present
time
very
rare
among
horses
.
"
"
There
are
people
who
laugh
at
the
horse
that
would
not
dare
to
laugh
at
the
master
,
"
cried
the
young
emulator
of
the
furious
Treville
.
"
I
do
not
often
laugh
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
stranger
,
"
as
you
may
perceive
by
the
expression
of
my
countenance
;
but
nevertheless
I
retain
the
privilege
of
laughing
when
I
please
.
"
"
And
I
,
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
"
will
allow
no
man
to
laugh
when
it
displeases
me
!
"
"
Indeed
,
sir
,
"
continued
the
stranger
,
more
calm
than
ever
;
"
well
,
that
is
perfectly
right
!
"
and
turning
on
his
heel
,
was
about
to
re-enter
the
hostelry
by
the
front
gate
,
beneath
which
d'Artagnan
on
arriving
had
observed
a
saddled
horse
.
But
,
d'Artagnan
was
not
of
a
character
to
allow
a
man
to
escape
him
thus
who
had
the
insolence
to
ridicule
him
.
He
drew
his
sword
entirely
from
the
scabbard
,
and
followed
him
,
crying
,
"
Turn
,
turn
,
Master
Joker
,
lest
I
strike
you
behind
!
"
"
Strike
me
!
"
said
the
other
,
turning
on
his
heels
,
and
surveying
the
young
man
with
as
much
astonishment
as
contempt
.
"
Why
,
my
good
fellow
,
you
must
be
mad
!
"
Then
,
in
a
suppressed
tone
,
as
if
speaking
to
himself
,
"
This
is
annoying
,
"
continued
he
.
"
What
a
godsend
this
would
be
for
his
Majesty
,
who
is
seeking
everywhere
for
brave
fellows
to
recruit
for
his
Musketeers
!
"
He
had
scarcely
finished
,
when
d'Artagnan
made
such
a
furious
lunge
at
him
that
if
he
had
not
sprung
nimbly
backward
,
it
is
probable
he
would
have
jested
for
the
last
time
.
The
stranger
,
then
perceiving
that
the
matter
went
beyond
raillery
,
drew
his
sword
,
saluted
his
adversary
,
and
seriously
placed
himself
on
guard
.
