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Meanwhile
Mousqueton
continued
on
his
way
,
and
crossing
the
Pont
Neuf
,
still
driving
the
two
sorry
animals
before
him
,
he
reached
the
Rue
aux
Ours
.
Arrived
there
,
he
fastened
,
according
to
the
orders
of
his
master
,
both
horse
and
mule
to
the
knocker
of
the
procurator
's
door
;
then
,
without
taking
any
thought
for
their
future
,
he
returned
to
Porthos
,
and
told
him
that
his
commission
was
completed
.
In
a
short
time
the
two
unfortunate
beasts
,
who
had
not
eaten
anything
since
the
morning
,
made
such
a
noise
in
raising
and
letting
fall
the
knocker
that
the
procurator
ordered
his
errand
boy
to
go
and
inquire
in
the
neighborhood
to
whom
this
horse
and
mule
belonged
.
Mme.
Coquenard
recognized
her
present
,
and
could
not
at
first
comprehend
this
restitution
;
but
the
visit
of
Porthos
soon
enlightened
her
.
The
anger
which
fired
the
eyes
of
the
Musketeer
,
in
spite
of
his
efforts
to
suppress
it
,
terrified
his
sensitive
inamorata
.
In
fact
,
Mousqueton
had
not
concealed
from
his
master
that
he
had
met
d'Artagnan
and
Aramis
,
and
that
d'Artagnan
in
the
yellow
horse
had
recognized
the
Bearnese
pony
upon
which
he
had
come
to
Paris
,
and
which
he
had
sold
for
three
crowns
.
Porthos
went
away
after
having
appointed
a
meeting
with
the
procurator
's
wife
in
the
cloister
of
St.
Magloire
.
The
procurator
,
seeing
he
was
going
,
invited
him
to
dinner
--
an
invitation
which
the
Musketeer
refused
with
a
majestic
air
.
Mme.
Coquenard
repaired
trembling
to
the
cloister
of
St.
Magloire
,
for
she
guessed
the
reproaches
that
awaited
her
there
;
but
she
was
fascinated
by
the
lofty
airs
of
Porthos
.
All
that
which
a
man
wounded
in
his
self-love
could
let
fall
in
the
shape
of
imprecations
and
reproaches
upon
the
head
of
a
woman
Porthos
let
fall
upon
the
bowed
head
of
the
procurator
's
wife
.
"
Alas
,
"
said
she
,
"
I
did
all
for
the
best
!
One
of
our
clients
is
a
horsedealer
;
he
owes
money
to
the
office
,
and
is
backward
in
his
pay
.
I
took
the
mule
and
the
horse
for
what
he
owed
us
;
he
assured
me
that
they
were
two
noble
steeds
.
"
"
Well
,
madame
,
"
said
Porthos
,
"
if
he
owed
you
more
than
five
crowns
,
your
horsedealer
is
a
thief
.
"
"
There
is
no
harm
in
trying
to
buy
things
cheap
,
Monsieur
Porthos
,
"
said
the
procurator
's
wife
,
seeking
to
excuse
herself
.
