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"
The
signs
just
now
,
and
the
holy
water
!
But
that
must
be
a
princess
,
at
least
--
that
lady
with
her
Negro
boy
and
her
maid
!
"
"
My
God
!
Madame
,
you
are
deceived
,
"
said
Porthos
;
"
she
is
simply
a
duchess
.
"
"
And
that
running
footman
who
waited
at
the
door
,
and
that
carriage
with
a
coachman
in
grand
livery
who
sat
waiting
on
his
seat
?
"
Porthos
had
seen
neither
the
footman
nor
the
carriage
,
but
with
the
eye
of
a
jealous
woman
,
Mme.
Coquenard
had
seen
everything
.
Porthos
regretted
that
he
had
not
at
once
made
the
lady
of
the
red
cushion
a
princess
.
"
Ah
,
you
are
quite
the
pet
of
the
ladies
,
Monsieur
Porthos
!
"
resumed
the
procurator
's
wife
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
Well
,
"
responded
Porthos
,
"
you
may
imagine
,
with
the
physique
with
which
nature
has
endowed
me
,
I
am
not
in
want
of
good
luck
.
"
"
Good
Lord
,
how
quickly
men
forget
!
"
cried
the
procurator
's
wife
,
raising
her
eyes
toward
heaven
.
"
Less
quickly
than
the
women
,
it
seems
to
me
,
"
replied
Porthos
;
"
for
I
,
madame
,
I
may
say
I
was
your
victim
,
when
wounded
,
dying
,
I
was
abandoned
by
the
surgeons
.
I
,
the
offspring
of
a
noble
family
,
who
placed
reliance
upon
your
friendship
--
I
was
near
dying
of
my
wounds
at
first
,
and
of
hunger
afterward
,
in
a
beggarly
inn
at
Chantilly
,
without
you
ever
deigning
once
to
reply
to
the
burning
letters
I
addressed
to
you
.
"
"
But
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
"
murmured
the
procurator
's
wife
,
who
began
to
feel
that
,
to
judge
by
the
conduct
of
the
great
ladies
of
the
time
,
she
was
wrong
.
