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"
d'Artagnan
,
d'Artagnan
,
"
cried
Aramis
,
"
you
are
killing
me
!
"
"
Well
,
here
it
is
at
last
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
as
he
drew
the
letter
from
his
pocket
.
Aramis
made
a
bound
,
seized
the
letter
,
read
it
,
or
rather
devoured
it
,
his
countenance
radiant
.
"
This
same
waiting
maid
seems
to
have
an
agreeable
style
,
"
said
the
messenger
,
carelessly
.
"
Thanks
,
d'Artagnan
,
thanks
!
"
cried
Aramis
,
almost
in
a
state
of
delirium
.
"
She
was
forced
to
return
to
Tours
;
she
is
not
faithless
;
she
still
loves
me
!
Come
,
my
friend
,
come
,
let
me
embrace
you
.
Happiness
almost
stifles
me
!
"
The
two
friends
began
to
dance
around
the
venerable
St.
Chrysostom
,
kicking
about
famously
the
sheets
of
the
thesis
,
which
had
fallen
on
the
floor
.
At
that
moment
Bazin
entered
with
the
spinach
and
the
omelet
.
"
Be
off
,
you
wretch
!
"
cried
Aramis
,
throwing
his
skullcap
in
his
face
"
Return
whence
you
came
;
take
back
those
horrible
vegetables
,
and
that
poor
kickshaw
!
Order
a
larded
hare
,
a
fat
capon
,
mutton
leg
dressed
with
garlic
,
and
four
bottles
of
old
Burgundy
.
"
Bazin
,
who
looked
at
his
master
,
without
comprehending
the
cause
of
this
change
,
in
a
melancholy
manner
,
allowed
the
omelet
to
slip
into
the
spinach
,
and
the
spinach
onto
the
floor
.
