Well," said Porthos, seated in the courtyard of the Hotel de la Chevrette, to D'Artagnan, who, with a long and melancholy face, had returned from the Palais Royal; "did he receive you ungraciously, my dear friend?"
"I'faith, yes! a brute, that cardinal. What are you eating there, Porthos?"
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