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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 63 at Prostate Health
-- the faithful servant seemed to shed tears atwill, but that was all.DArtagnan, after a night passed in an excellent bed,reflected much upon the meaning of Aramiss letter; puzzledhimself as to the relation of the Equinox with the affairsof Porthos; and being unable to make anything out unless itconcerned some amour of the bishops, for which it wasnecessary that the days and nights should be equal,DArtagnan left Pierrefonds as he had left Melun, as he hadleft the chateau of the Comte de la Fere. It was not,however, without a melancholy, which might in good soothpass for one of the most dismal of DArtagnans moods. Hishead cast down, his eyes fixed, he suffered his legs to hangon each side of his horse, and said to himself, in thatvague sort of reverie which ascends sometimes to thesublimest eloquence:"No more friends! no more future! no more anything! Myenergies are broken like the bonds of our ancientfriendship. Oh, old age is coming, cold and inexorable; itenvelops in its funereal crape all that was brilliant, allthat was embalming in my youth; then it throws that sweetburthen on its shoulders and carries it away with the restinto the fathomless gulf of death."A shudder crept through the heart of the Gascon, so braveand so strong against all the misfortunes of life; andduring some moments the clouds appeared black to him, theearth slippery and full of pits as that of cemeteries."Whither am I going?" said he to himself. "What am I goingto do! Alone, quite alone -- without family, withoutfriends! Bah!" cried he all at once. And he clapped spurs tohis horse, who, having found nothing melancholy in the heavyoats of Pierrefonds profited by this permission to show hisgayety in a gallop which absorbed two leagues. "To Paris!"said DArtagnan to himself. And on the morrow he alighted inParis. He had devoted six days to this journey.CHAPTER 19What DArtagnan went to Paris forThe lieutenant dismounted before a shop in the Rue desLombards, at the sign of the Pilon dOr. A man of goodappearance, wearing a white apron, and stroking his graymustache with a large hand, uttered a cry of joy onperceiving the pied horse. "Monsieur le chevalier," said he,"ah, is that you?""Bon jour, Planchet," replied DArtagnan, stooping to enterthe shop."Quick, somebody," cried Planchet, "to look after MonsieurdArtagnans horse, -- somebody to get ready his room, --somebody to prepare his supper.""Thanks, Planchet. Good-day, my children!" said DArtagnanto the eager boys."Allow me to send off this coffee, this treacle, and theseraisins," said Planchet; "they are for the store-room ofmonsieur le surintendant.""Send them off, send them off!""That is only the affair of a moment, then we shall sup.""Arrange it that we may sup alone; I want to speak to you."Planchet looked at his old master in a significant manner."Oh, dont be uneasy, it is nothing unpleasant," saidDArtagnan ."So much the better -- so much the better!" And Planchetbreathed freely again, whilst DArtagnan seated himselfquietly down in the shop, upon a bale of corks, and made asurvey of the premises. The shop was well stocked; there wasa mingled perfume of ginger, cinnamon, and ground pepper,which made DArtagnan sneeze. The shop-boy, proud of beingin company with so renowned a warrior, of a lieutenant ofmusketeers, who approached the person of the king, began towork with an enthusiasm which was something like delirium,and to serve the customers with a disdainful haste that wasnoticed by several.Planchet put away his money, and made up his accounts,amidst civilities addressed to his former master. Planchethad with his equals the short speech and the haughtyfamiliarity of the rich shopkeeper who serves everybody andwaits for nobody. DArtagnan observed this habit with apleasure which we shall analyze presently. He saw night comeon by degrees, and at length Planchet conducted him to achamber on the first story, where, amidst bales and chests,a table very nicely set out awaited the two guests.DArtagnan took advantage of a moments pause to examine thecountenance of Planchet, whom he had not seen for a year.The shrewd Planchet had acquired a slight protuberance infront, but his countenance was not puffed. His keen eyestill played with facility in its deep-sunk orbit; and fat,which levels all the characteristic saliences of the humanface, had not yet touched either his high cheek-bones, thesign of
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