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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: the front, but was nothing but simple buff behind. Vainglorious
as he was, Porthos could not afford to have a baldric wholly of
gold, but had at least half. One could comprehend the necessity
of the cold and the urgency of the cloak.
"Bless me!" cried Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrass
himself of D'Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back; "you
must be mad to run against people in this manner."
"Excuse me," said D'Artagnan, reappearing under the shoulder of
the giant, "but I am in such haste--I was running after someone
and--"
"And do you always forget your eyes when you run?" asked Porthos.
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