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The
review
over
,
the
Guards
set
forward
alone
on
their
march
,
the
Musketeers
waiting
for
the
king
,
which
allowed
Porthos
time
to
go
and
take
a
turn
in
his
superb
equipment
in
the
Rue
aux
Ours
.
The
procurator
's
wife
saw
him
pass
in
his
new
uniform
and
on
his
fine
horse
.
She
loved
Porthos
too
dearly
to
allow
him
to
part
thus
;
she
made
him
a
sign
to
dismount
and
come
to
her
.
Porthos
was
magnificent
;
his
spurs
jingled
,
his
cuirass
glittered
,
his
sword
knocked
proudly
against
his
ample
limbs
.
This
time
the
clerks
evinced
no
inclination
to
laugh
,
such
a
real
ear
clipper
did
Porthos
appear
.
The
Musketeer
was
introduced
to
M.
Coquenard
,
whose
little
gray
eyes
sparkled
with
anger
at
seeing
his
cousin
all
blazing
new
.
Nevertheless
,
one
thing
afforded
him
inward
consolation
;
it
was
expected
by
everybody
that
the
campaign
would
be
a
severe
one
.
He
whispered
a
hope
to
himself
that
this
beloved
relative
might
be
killed
in
the
field
.
Porthos
paid
his
compliments
to
M.
Coquenard
and
bade
him
farewell
.
M.
Coquenard
wished
him
all
sorts
of
prosperities
.
As
to
Mme.
Coquenard
,
she
could
not
restrain
her
tears
;
but
no
evil
impressions
were
taken
from
her
grief
as
she
was
known
to
be
very
much
attached
to
her
relatives
,
about
whom
she
was
constantly
having
serious
disputes
with
her
husband
.
But
the
real
adieux
were
made
in
Mme.
Coquenard
's
chamber
;
they
were
heartrending
.
As
long
as
the
procurator
's
wife
could
follow
him
with
her
eyes
,
she
waved
her
handkerchief
to
him
,
leaning
so
far
out
of
the
window
as
to
lead
people
to
believe
she
wished
to
precipitate
herself
.
Porthos
received
all
these
attentions
like
a
man
accustomed
to
such
demonstrations
,
only
on
turning
the
corner
of
the
street
he
lifted
his
hat
gracefully
,
and
waved
it
to
her
as
a
sign
of
adieu
.
On
his
part
Aramis
wrote
a
long
letter
.
To
whom
?
Nobody
knew
Kitty
,
who
was
to
set
out
that
evening
for
Tours
,
was
waiting
in
the
next
chamber
.
Athos
sipped
the
last
bottle
of
his
Spanish
wine
.
