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Yes, yes, Constance!reunited! Oh, how foolish she was to tell me you would not come! I hoped silently. I was not willing to flee. Oh, how rightly I have acted! How happy I am! At the word she, Athos, who had quietly seated himself, suddenly got up. She! Who? asked DArtagnan. Why, my companion. She who, out of friendship for me, wished to save me from my persecutors. She who, mistaking you for the cardinals guards, has just made her escape. Your companion! cried DArtagnan, becoming paler than his mistresss white veil. What companion do you mean? She whose carriage was at the gate; a woman who calls herself your friend, DArtagnan; a woman to whom you have told everything. But her name, her name! cried DArtagnan; my God! dont you know her name? Yes, it was pronounced before me. Stopbutit is strangeoh, my God! my head swimsI cannot see! Help, friends, help! Her hands are like ice! cried DArtagnan; she is ill! Great God, she is growing unconscious! While Porthos was calling for help at the top of his voice, Aramis ran to the table to get a glass of water. But he stopped at seeing the horrible alteration that had taken place in the face of Athos, who, standing before the table, his hair rising from his head, his eyes fixed in stupor, was looking at one of the glasses, and seemed a prey to the most horrible doubt. Oh, said Athos, oh no! It is impossible! God would not permit such a crime! Madame Bonacieux opened her eyes under DArtagnans kisses. She revives! cried the young man. Madame, said Athosmadame, in Heavens name, whose empty glass is this? Mine, sir, said the young woman, in a dying voice. But who poured out for you the wine that was in this glass? she. But who is she? Oh, I remember, said Madame Bonacieux; the Countess Winter. The four friends uttered one and the same cry, but the cry of Athos dominated over all the rest. At that moment Madame Bonacieuxs face grew livid, a stifled agony overcame her, and she sank panting into the arms of Porthos and Aramis. DArtagnan seized Athoss hand with anguish difficult to describe. What! do you believe |
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