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"
As
it
was
a
time
of
war
between
the
Catholics
and
the
Huguenots
,
and
as
he
saw
the
Catholics
exterminate
the
Huguenots
and
the
Huguenots
exterminate
the
Catholics
--
all
in
the
name
of
religion
--
he
adopted
a
mixed
belief
which
permitted
him
to
be
sometimes
Catholic
,
sometimes
a
Huguenot
.
Now
,
he
was
accustomed
to
walk
with
his
fowling
piece
on
his
shoulder
,
behind
the
hedges
which
border
the
roads
,
and
when
he
saw
a
Catholic
coming
alone
,
the
Protestant
religion
immediately
prevailed
in
his
mind
.
He
lowered
his
gun
in
the
direction
of
the
traveler
;
then
,
when
he
was
within
ten
paces
of
him
,
he
commenced
a
conversation
which
almost
always
ended
by
the
traveler
's
abandoning
his
purse
to
save
his
life
.
It
goes
without
saying
that
when
he
saw
a
Huguenot
coming
,
he
felt
himself
filled
with
such
ardent
Catholic
zeal
that
he
could
not
understand
how
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
before
,
he
had
been
able
to
have
any
doubts
upon
the
superiority
of
our
holy
religion
.
For
my
part
,
monsieur
,
I
am
Catholic
--
my
father
,
faithful
to
his
principles
,
having
made
my
elder
brother
a
Huguenot
.
"
"
And
what
was
the
end
of
this
worthy
man
?
"
asked
d'Artagnan
.
"
Oh
,
of
the
most
unfortunate
kind
,
monsieur
.
One
day
he
was
surprised
in
a
lonely
road
between
a
Huguenot
and
a
Catholic
,
with
both
of
whom
he
had
before
had
business
,
and
who
both
knew
him
again
;
so
they
united
against
him
and
hanged
him
on
a
tree
.
Then
they
came
and
boasted
of
their
fine
exploit
in
the
cabaret
of
the
next
village
,
where
my
brother
and
I
were
drinking
.
"
"
And
what
did
you
do
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
We
let
them
tell
their
story
out
,
"
replied
Mousqueton
.
"
Then
,
as
in
leaving
the
cabaret
they
took
different
directions
,
my
brother
went
and
hid
himself
on
the
road
of
the
Catholic
,
and
I
on
that
of
the
Huguenot
.
Two
hours
after
,
all
was
over
;
we
had
done
the
business
of
both
,
admiring
the
foresight
of
our
poor
father
,
who
had
taken
the
precaution
to
bring
each
of
us
up
in
a
different
religion
.
"
"
Well
,
I
must
allow
,
as
you
say
,
your
father
was
a
very
intelligent
fellow
.
And
you
say
in
his
leisure
moments
the
worthy
man
was
a
poacher
?
"
"
Yes
,
monsieur
,
and
it
was
he
who
taught
me
to
lay
a
snare
and
ground
a
line
.
The
consequence
is
that
when
I
saw
our
laborers
,
which
did
not
at
all
suit
two
such
delicate
stomachs
as
ours
,
I
had
recourse
to
a
little
of
my
old
trade
.
While
walking
near
the
wood
of
Monsieur
le
Prince
,
I
laid
a
few
snare
in
the
runs
;
and
while
reclining
on
the
banks
of
his
Highness
's
pieces
of
water
,
I
slipped
a
few
lines
into
his
fish
ponds
.
So
that
now
,
thanks
be
to
God
,
we
do
not
want
,
as
Monsieur
can
testify
,
for
partridges
,
rabbits
,
carp
or
eels
--
all
light
,
wholesome
food
,
suitable
for
the
sick
.
"
"
But
the
wine
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
who
furnishes
the
wine
?
Your
host
?
"
