Except that defect, damme, as the English say, if I have not all the rest." "I know no one equal to D'Artagnan," replied Athos; "but here we are, having quietly reached the house I inhabit.

Will you come in, my friend ?" "Eh! why this is the tavern of the Corne du Cerf, I think," said D'Artagnan.
"I confess I chose it on purpose.

I like old acquaintances; I like to sit down on that place, whereon I sank, overcome by fatigue, overwhelmed by despair, when you returned on the 31st of January." "After having discovered the abode of the masked executioner?
Yes, that was a terrible day!" "Come in, then," said Athos, interrupting him.
They entered the large apartment, formerly the common one.

The tavern, in general, and this room in particular, had undergone great changes; the ancient host of the musketeers, having become tolerably rich for an innkeeper, had closed his shop, and make of this room of which we were speaking, a store-room for colonial provisions.

As for the rest of the house, he let it ready furnished to strangers.