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Porthos
pretended
to
be
confused
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
have
remarked
--
"
"
I
must
have
been
blind
not
to
have
seen
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Porthos
,
"
that
is
a
duchess
of
my
acquaintance
whom
I
have
great
trouble
to
meet
on
account
of
the
jealousy
of
her
husband
,
and
who
sent
me
word
that
she
should
come
today
to
this
poor
church
,
buried
in
this
vile
quarter
,
solely
for
the
sake
of
seeing
me
.
"
"
Monsieur
Porthos
,
"
said
the
procurator
's
wife
,
"
will
you
have
the
kindness
to
offer
me
your
arm
for
five
minutes
?
I
have
something
to
say
to
you
.
"
"
Certainly
,
madame
,
"
said
Porthos
,
winking
to
himself
,
as
a
gambler
does
who
laughs
at
the
dupe
he
is
about
to
pluck
.
At
that
moment
d'Artagnan
passed
in
pursuit
of
Milady
;
he
cast
a
passing
glance
at
Porthos
,
and
beheld
this
triumphant
look
.
"
Eh
,
eh
!
"
said
he
,
reasoning
to
himself
according
to
the
strangely
easy
morality
of
that
gallant
period
,
"
there
is
one
who
will
be
equipped
in
good
time
!
"
Porthos
,
yielding
to
the
pressure
of
the
arm
of
the
procurator
's
wife
,
as
a
bark
yields
to
the
rudder
,
arrived
at
the
cloister
St.
Magloire
--
a
little-frequented
passage
,
enclosed
with
a
turnstile
at
each
end
.
In
the
daytime
nobody
was
seen
there
but
mendicants
devouring
their
crusts
,
and
children
at
play
.
"
Ah
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
"
cried
the
procurator
's
wife
,
when
she
was
assured
that
no
one
who
was
a
stranger
to
the
population
of
the
locality
could
either
see
or
hear
her
,
"
ah
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
you
are
a
great
conqueror
,
as
it
appears
!
"
"
I
,
madame
?
"
said
Porthos
,
drawing
himself
up
proudly
;
"
how
so
?
"
