29/29 A worthy man, who had pretended to be a curate for the purpose of getting his mistress married, and securing her a position. He has been hanged and quartered, I hope." "My God, my God!" cried d'Artagnan, quite stunned by the relation of this horrible adventure. 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. |