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The Three Musketeers
Alexandre Dumas · 1 min read
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of the Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it.
Many citizens, seeing the streams of people flowing towards the hostelry of the Jolly Miller, as a flock of birds towards a field of grain, pulled down their shutters, mounted on their stools, and gazed through the slats of their blinds at the strange bustle. A young man—trace of him who are about to make the acquaintance of the reader—was walking from the bridge of Meung at a pace that would have excited the envy of the most impatient of travellers, mounted upon a pony of such doubtful colour that even the most experienced horseman could not have determined its age.