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"
Please
to
know
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
"
said
she
,
"
that
my
strongbox
,
the
strongbox
of
a
procurator
's
wife
though
it
may
be
,
is
better
filled
than
those
of
your
affected
minxes
.
"
"
The
doubles
the
offense
,
"
said
Porthos
,
disengaging
his
arm
from
that
of
the
procurator
's
wife
;
"
for
if
you
are
rich
,
Madame
Coquenard
,
then
there
is
no
excuse
for
your
refusal
.
"
"
When
I
said
rich
,
"
replied
the
procurator
's
wife
,
who
saw
that
she
had
gone
too
far
,
"
you
must
not
take
the
word
literally
.
I
am
not
precisely
rich
,
though
I
am
pretty
well
off
.
"
"
Hold
,
madame
,
"
said
Porthos
,
"
let
us
say
no
more
upon
the
subject
,
I
beg
of
you
.
You
have
misunderstood
me
,
all
sympathy
is
extinct
between
us
.
"
"
Ingrate
that
you
are
!
"
"
Ah
!
I
advise
you
to
complain
!
"
said
Porthos
.
"
Begone
,
then
,
to
your
beautiful
duchess
;
I
will
detain
you
no
longer
.
"
"
And
she
is
not
to
be
despised
,
in
my
opinion
.
"
"
Now
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
once
more
,
and
this
is
the
last
!
Do
you
love
me
still
?
"
"
Ah
,
madame
,
"
said
Porthos
,
in
the
most
melancholy
tone
he
could
assume
,
"
when
we
are
about
to
enter
upon
a
campaign
--
a
campaign
,
in
which
my
presentiments
tell
me
I
shall
be
killed
--
"
