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The
three
friends
--
for
,
as
we
have
said
,
Athos
had
sworn
not
to
stir
a
foot
to
equip
himself
--
went
out
early
in
the
morning
,
and
returned
late
at
night
.
They
wandered
about
the
streets
,
looking
at
the
pavement
as
if
to
see
whether
the
passengers
had
not
left
a
purse
behind
them
.
They
might
have
been
supposed
to
be
following
tracks
,
so
observant
were
they
wherever
they
went
.
When
they
met
they
looked
desolately
at
one
another
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
Have
you
found
anything
?
"
However
,
as
Porthos
had
first
found
an
idea
,
and
had
thought
of
it
earnestly
afterward
,
he
was
the
first
to
act
.
He
was
a
man
of
execution
,
this
worthy
Porthos
.
D'Artagnan
perceived
him
one
day
walking
toward
the
church
of
St.
Leu
,
and
followed
him
instinctively
.
He
entered
,
after
having
twisted
his
mustache
and
elongated
his
imperial
,
which
always
announced
on
his
part
the
most
triumphant
resolutions
.
As
d'Artagnan
took
some
precautions
to
conceal
himself
,
Porthos
believed
he
had
not
been
seen
.
d'Artagnan
entered
behind
him
.
Porthos
went
and
leaned
against
the
side
of
a
pillar
.
D'Artagnan
,
still
unperceived
,
supported
himself
against
the
other
side
.
There
happened
to
be
a
sermon
,
which
made
the
church
very
full
of
people
.
Porthos
took
advantage
of
this
circumstance
to
ogle
the
women
.
Thanks
to
the
cares
of
Mousqueton
,
the
exterior
was
far
from
announcing
the
distress
of
the
interior
.
His
hat
was
a
little
napless
,
his
feather
was
a
little
faded
,
his
gold
lace
was
a
little
tarnished
,
his
laces
were
a
trifle
frayed
;
but
in
the
obscurity
of
the
church
these
things
were
not
seen
,
and
Porthos
was
still
the
handsome
Porthos
.
D'Artagnan
observed
,
on
the
bench
nearest
to
the
pillar
against
which
Porthos
leaned
,
a
sort
of
ripe
beauty
,
rather
yellow
and
rather
dry
,
but
erect
and
haughty
under
her
black
hood
.
The
eyes
of
Porthos
were
furtively
cast
upon
this
lady
,
and
then
roved
about
at
large
over
the
nave
.
On
her
side
the
lady
,
who
from
time
to
time
blushed
,
darted
with
the
rapidity
of
lightning
a
glance
toward
the
inconstant
Porthos
;
and
then
immediately
the
eyes
of
Porthos
wandered
anxiously
.
It
was
plain
that
this
mode
of
proceeding
piqued
the
lady
in
the
black
hood
,
for
she
bit
her
lips
till
they
bled
,
scratched
the
end
of
her
nose
,
and
could
not
sit
still
in
her
seat
.
Porthos
,
seeing
this
,
retwisted
his
mustache
,
elongated
his
imperial
a
second
time
,
and
began
to
make
signals
to
a
beautiful
lady
who
was
near
the
choir
,
and
who
not
only
was
a
beautiful
lady
,
but
still
further
,
no
doubt
,
a
great
lady
--
for
she
had
behind
her
a
Negro
boy
who
had
brought
the
cushion
on
which
she
knelt
,
and
a
female
servant
who
held
the
emblazoned
bag
in
which
was
placed
the
book
from
which
she
read
the
Mass.
.
The
lady
with
the
black
hood
followed
through
all
their
wanderings
the
looks
of
Porthos
,
and
perceived
that
they
rested
upon
the
lady
with
the
velvet
cushion
,
the
little
Negro
,
and
the
maid-servant
.
During
this
time
Porthos
played
close
.
It
was
almost
imperceptible
motions
of
his
eyes
,
fingers
placed
upon
the
lips
,
little
assassinating
smiles
,
which
really
did
assassinate
the
disdained
beauty
.
Then
she
cried
,
"
Ahem
!
"
under
cover
of
the
MEA
CULPA
,
striking
her
breast
so
vigorously
that
everybody
,
even
the
lady
with
the
red
cushion
,
turned
round
toward
her
.
Porthos
paid
no
attention
.
Nevertheless
,
he
understood
it
all
,
but
was
deaf
.
