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"
I
!
Not
at
all
.
I
am
dead
drunk
,
that
's
all
,
and
never
did
a
man
more
strongly
set
about
getting
so
.
By
the
Lord
,
my
good
host
!
I
must
at
least
have
drunk
for
my
part
a
hundred
and
fifty
bottles
.
"
"
Mercy
!
"
cried
the
host
,
"
if
the
lackey
has
drunk
only
half
as
much
as
the
master
,
I
am
a
ruined
man
.
"
"
Grimaud
is
a
well-bred
lackey
.
He
would
never
think
of
faring
in
the
same
manner
as
his
master
;
he
only
drank
from
the
cask
.
Hark
!
I
do
n't
think
he
put
the
faucet
in
again
.
Do
you
hear
it
?
It
is
running
now
.
"
D'Artagnan
burst
into
a
laugh
which
changed
the
shiver
of
the
host
into
a
burning
fever
.
In
the
meantime
,
Grimaud
appeared
in
his
turn
behind
his
master
,
with
the
musketoon
on
his
shoulder
,
and
his
head
shaking
.
Like
one
of
those
drunken
satyrs
in
the
pictures
of
Rubens
.
He
was
moistened
before
and
behind
with
a
greasy
liquid
which
the
host
recognized
as
his
best
olive
oil
.
The
four
crossed
the
public
room
and
proceeded
to
take
possession
of
the
best
apartment
in
the
house
,
which
d'Artagnan
occupied
with
authority
.
In
the
meantime
the
host
and
his
wife
hurried
down
with
lamps
into
the
cellar
,
which
had
so
long
been
interdicted
to
them
and
where
a
frightful
spectacle
awaited
them
.
Beyond
the
fortifications
through
which
Athos
had
made
a
breach
in
order
to
get
out
,
and
which
were
composed
of
fagots
,
planks
,
and
empty
casks
,
heaped
up
according
to
all
the
rules
of
the
strategic
art
,
they
found
,
swimming
in
puddles
of
oil
and
wine
,
the
bones
and
fragments
of
all
the
hams
they
had
eaten
;
while
a
heap
of
broken
bottles
filled
the
whole
left-hand
corner
of
the
cellar
,
and
a
tun
,
the
cock
of
which
was
left
running
,
was
yielding
,
by
this
means
,
the
last
drop
of
its
blood
.
"
The
image
of
devastation
and
death
,
"
as
the
ancient
poet
says
,
"
reigned
as
over
a
field
of
battle
.
"
Of
fifty
large
sausages
,
suspended
from
the
joists
,
scarcely
ten
remained
.
