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On
the
sixteenth
day
,
in
particular
,
these
signs
were
so
strong
in
d'Artagnan
and
his
two
friends
that
they
could
not
remain
quiet
in
one
place
,
and
wandered
about
like
ghosts
on
the
road
by
which
Planchet
was
expected
.
"
Really
,
"
said
Athos
to
them
,
"
you
are
not
men
but
children
,
to
let
a
woman
terrify
you
so
!
And
what
does
it
amount
to
,
after
all
?
To
be
imprisoned
.
Well
,
but
we
should
be
taken
out
of
prison
;
Madame
Bonacieux
was
released
.
To
be
decapitated
?
Why
,
every
day
in
the
trenches
we
go
cheerfully
to
expose
ourselves
to
worse
than
that
--
for
a
bullet
may
break
a
leg
,
and
I
am
convinced
a
surgeon
would
give
us
more
pain
in
cutting
off
a
thigh
than
an
executioner
in
cutting
off
a
head
.
Wait
quietly
,
then
;
in
two
hours
,
in
four
,
in
six
hours
at
latest
,
Planchet
will
be
here
.
He
promised
to
be
here
,
and
I
have
very
great
faith
in
Planchet
,
who
appears
to
me
to
be
a
very
good
lad
.
"
"
But
if
he
does
not
come
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
Well
,
if
he
does
not
come
,
it
will
be
because
he
has
been
delayed
,
that
's
all
.
He
may
have
fallen
from
his
horse
,
he
may
have
cut
a
caper
from
the
deck
;
he
may
have
traveled
so
fast
against
the
wind
as
to
have
brought
on
a
violent
catarrh
.
Eh
,
gentlemen
,
let
us
reckon
upon
accidents
!
Life
is
a
chaplet
of
little
miseries
which
the
philosopher
counts
with
a
smile
.
Be
philosophers
,
as
I
am
,
gentlemen
;
sit
down
at
the
table
and
let
us
drink
.
Nothing
makes
the
future
look
so
bright
as
surveying
it
through
a
glass
of
chambertin
.
"
"
That
's
all
very
well
,
"
replied
d'Artagnan
;
"
but
I
am
tired
of
fearing
when
I
open
a
fresh
bottle
that
the
wine
may
come
from
the
cellar
of
Milady
.
"
"
You
are
very
fastidious
,
"
said
Athos
;
"
such
a
beautiful
woman
!
"
"
A
woman
of
mark
!
"
said
Porthos
,
with
his
loud
laugh
.
Athos
started
,
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
to
remove
the
drops
of
perspiration
that
burst
forth
,
and
rose
in
his
turn
with
a
nervous
movement
he
could
not
repress
.
The
day
,
however
,
passed
away
;
and
the
evening
came
on
slowly
,
but
finally
it
came
.
The
bars
were
filled
with
drinkers
.
Athos
,
who
had
pocketed
his
share
of
the
diamond
,
seldom
quit
the
Parpaillot
.
He
had
found
in
M.
de
Busigny
,
who
,
by
the
by
,
had
given
them
a
magnificent
dinner
,
a
partner
worthy
of
his
company
.
They
were
playing
together
,
as
usual
,
when
seven
o'clock
sounded
;
the
patrol
was
heard
passing
to
double
the
posts
.
At
half
past
seven
the
retreat
was
sounded
.
