For my part, I should not hesitate a moment; I should take the hundred pistoles.

We want money for our return to Paris." "I am much attached to that horse, Athos." "And there again you are wrong.

A horse slips and injures a joint; a horse stumbles and breaks his knees to the bone; a horse eats out of a manger in which a glandered horse has eaten.

There is a horse, while on the contrary, the hundred pistoles feed their master." "But how shall we get back ?" "Upon our lackey's horses, PARDIEU.

Anybody may see by our bearing that we are people of condition." "Pretty figures we shall cut on ponies while Aramis and Porthos caracole on their steeds." "Aramis! Porthos!" cried Athos, and laughed aloud.
"What is it ?" asked d'Artagnan, who did not at all comprehend the hilarity of his friend.
"Nothing, nothing! Go on!" "Your advice, then ?" "To take the hundred pistoles, d'Artagnan.