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by the light of his lamp.
‘Well,’ said he, ‘they likewise have refused me.’
‘That, dear friend, is because nobody is more worthy
than yourself.’
He took a quill, wrote the name of d’Artagnan in the
commission, and returned it to him.
‘I shall then have no more friends,’ said the young man.
‘Alas! nothing but bitter recollections.’
And he let his head sink upon his hands, while two large
tears rolled down his cheeks.
‘You are young,’ replied Athos; ‘and your bitter rec-
ollections have time to change themselves into sweet
remembrances.’

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