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三个火枪手 | 43、昂儒葡萄酒

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The hour of the banquet being come, the two guards arrived, took their places, and the dishes were arranged on the table. Planchet waited, towel on arm; Fourreau uncorked the bottles; and Brisemont, which was the name of the convalescent, poured the wine, which was a little shaken by its journey, carefully into decanters. Of this wine, the first bottle being a little thick at the bottom, Brisemont poured the lees into a glass, and d'Artagnan desired him to drink it, for the poor devil had not yet recovered his strength.

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The guests having eaten the soup, were about to lift the first glass of wine to their lips, when all at once the cannon sounded from Fort Louis and Fort Neuf. The Guardsmen, imagining this to be caused by some unexpected attack, either of the besieged or the English, sprang to their swords. D'Artagnan, not less forward than they, did likewise, and all ran out, in order to repair to their posts.

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But scarcely were they out of the room before they were made aware of the cause of this noise. Cries of 'Live the king! Live the cardinal!' resounded on every side, and the drums were beaten in all directions.

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The ceremony of reception over, the four friends were soon in one another's arms.

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'Pardieu!' cried d'Artagnan, 'you could not have arrived in better time; the dinner cannot have had time to get cold! Can it, gentlemen?' added the young man, turning to the two Guards, whom he introduced to his friends.

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