D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 130: what you’re looking at

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The Musketeer’s Warrant. 119 right. It still lives a hundred years before it mounts its own pile to revive for another i “Hundred years ?” “Or another expectant !” “Dear friend, I feel that I shall never inherit the pile! “That is why you came out here to throw away your life, or find peace of mind!” “Heigho !” “Your happiness !”’ “Woe is me!” “Your noble heart, in a scuffle for a prize which will fall to one alone, while the contestants and their ad- herents will be forgotten ot ‘Are the Spanish and Portuguese forgetful——” ‘“Monstrously, to foreigners!” “Then, what are you doing here, you who have always been blighted by forgetfulness ?”’ “My friend,” returned the Gascon, with his fine smile, “I have already fulfilled my ambition—I have my inn!” “Bah! how are you master when you dare not enter it and pour out one poor glass for a friend ?” “Oh, I am in no ‘hurry—I wish the ladies to be at their ease. Tihat is the time when a wise innkeeper pre- sents his bill. But let that pass—to your tale!”’ “Now, however rich a wife is, the province where we reside is primitive. They care nothing for louis, though they do for lords. They are all gentlemen or yeomen with pedigrees as long as a tilting lance, and family trees like that Indian one under which the Great Khan stables a regiment of horse. Even stretching a point, my ‘wife cannot do more than claim the nobility of the Black Robe. The consequence is that we have nobody to visit us and nobody to visit. So I maunder in my groves, for Mouston is no company, now he is growing fat———” “Your old valet—a stuffed dried eel, fat?” “He is swelled with good living and importance. But I wander in solitary glumness like—the—the——’” “The phoenix again!” “Burn your phoenix! Like the fellow who retired from the world in a washtub——’” 1”? (COMMIE IOOKS (€() ALL