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The Drop of Water

           Butatthemomenttheglasstouchedherlips,herhandremainedsuspended;sheheardsomethingontheroadwhichsoundedliketherattlingofadistantgallop.Thenitgrewnearer,anditseemedtoher,almostatthesametime,thatsheheardtheneighingofhorses.

           Thisnoiseacteduponherjoylikethestormwhichawakensthesleeperinthemidstofahappydream;shegrewpaleandrantothewindow,whileMme.Bonacieux,risingallinatremble,supportedherselfuponherchairtoavoidfalling.Nothingwasyettobeseen,onlytheyheardthegallopingdrawnearer.

           "Oh,myGod!"saidMme.Bonacieux,"whatisthatnoise?"

           "Thatofeitherourfriendsorourenemies,"saidMilady,withherterriblecoolness."Staywhereyouare,Iwilltellyou."

           Mme.Bonacieuxremainedstanding,mute,motionless,andpaleasastatue.

           Thenoisebecamelouder;thehorsescouldnotbemorethanahundredandfiftypacesdistant.Iftheywerenotyettobeseen,itwasbecausetheroadmadeanelbow.Thenoisebecamesodistinctthatthehorsesmightbecountedbytherattleoftheirhoofs.

           Miladygazedwithallthepowerofherattention;itwasjustlightenoughforhertoseewhowascoming.

           Allatonce,attheturningoftheroadshesawtheglitteroflacedhatsandthewavingoffeathers;shecountedtwo,thenfive,theneighthorsemen.Oneofthemprecededtherestbydoublethelengthofhishorse.

           Miladyutteredastifledgroan.Inthefirsthorsemansherecognizedd’Artagnan.

           "Oh,myGod,myGod,"criedMme.

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