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plate.
‘What a pity it is there were only four like this in the cel-
lar. I could have drunk fifty bottles more.’
D’Artagnan could no longer endure this conversation,
which had made him bewildered. Allowing his head to sink
upon his two hands, he pretended to sleep.
‘These young fellows can none of them drink,’ said Athos,
looking at him with pity, ‘and yet this is one of the best!’

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