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At
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
upon
the
most
conspicuous
door
of
the
corridor
,
was
traced
in
black
ink
a
gigantic
number
"
1
.
"
d'Artagnan
knocked
,
and
upon
the
bidding
to
come
in
which
came
from
inside
,
he
entered
the
chamber
.
Porthos
was
in
bed
,
and
was
playing
a
game
at
LANSQUENET
with
Mousqueton
,
to
keep
his
hand
in
;
while
a
spit
loaded
with
partridges
was
turning
before
the
fire
,
and
on
each
side
of
a
large
chimneypiece
,
over
two
chafing
dishes
,
were
boiling
two
stewpans
,
from
which
exhaled
a
double
odor
of
rabbit
and
fish
stews
,
rejoicing
to
the
smell
.
In
addition
to
this
he
perceived
that
the
top
of
a
wardrobe
and
the
marble
of
a
commode
were
covered
with
empty
bottles
.
At
the
sight
of
his
friend
,
Porthos
uttered
a
loud
cry
of
joy
;
and
Mousqueton
,
rising
respectfully
,
yielded
his
place
to
him
,
and
went
to
give
an
eye
to
the
two
stewpans
,
of
which
he
appeared
to
have
the
particular
inspection
.
"
Ah
,
PARDIEU
!
Is
that
you
?
"
said
Porthos
to
d'Artagnan
.
"
You
are
right
welcome
.
Excuse
my
not
coming
to
meet
you
;
but
,
"
added
he
,
looking
at
d'Artagnan
with
a
certain
degree
of
uneasiness
,
"
you
know
what
has
happened
to
me
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Has
the
host
told
you
nothing
,
then
?
"
"
I
asked
after
you
,
and
came
up
as
soon
as
I
could
.
"
Porthos
seemed
to
breathe
more
freely
.
"
And
what
has
happened
to
you
,
my
dear
Porthos
?
"
continued
d'Artagnan
.
