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As
Porthos
and
Aramis
were
undressing
him
,
in
the
hope
of
finding
his
wound
not
mortal
,
a
large
purse
dropped
from
his
clothes
.
D'Artagnan
picked
it
up
and
offered
it
to
Lord
de
Winter
.
"
What
the
devil
would
you
have
me
do
with
that
?
"
said
the
Englishman
.
"
You
can
restore
it
to
his
family
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
His
family
will
care
much
about
such
a
trifle
as
that
!
His
family
will
inherit
fifteen
thousand
louis
a
year
from
him
.
Keep
the
purse
for
your
lackeys
.
"
D'Artagnan
put
the
purse
into
his
pocket
.
"
And
now
,
my
young
friend
,
for
you
will
permit
me
,
I
hope
,
to
give
you
that
name
,
"
said
Lord
de
Winter
,
"
on
this
very
evening
,
if
agreeable
to
you
,
I
will
present
you
to
my
sister
,
Milady
Clarik
,
for
I
am
desirous
that
she
should
take
you
into
her
good
graces
;
and
as
she
is
not
in
bad
odor
at
court
,
she
may
perhaps
on
some
future
day
speak
a
word
that
will
not
prove
useless
to
you
.
"
D'Artagnan
blushed
with
pleasure
,
and
bowed
a
sign
of
assent
.
At
this
time
Athos
came
up
to
d'Artagnan
.
"
What
do
you
mean
to
do
with
that
purse
?
"
whispered
he
.
"
Why
,
I
meant
to
pass
it
over
to
you
,
my
dear
Athos
.
"
