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The Drop of Water

           "ThisisnotthewaythatIwishedtoavengemyself,"saidMilady,replacingtheglassuponthetable,withaninfernalsmile,"but,myfaith!wedowhatwecan!"Andsherushedoutoftheroom.

           Mme.Bonacieuxsawhergowithoutbeingabletofollowher;shewaslikepeoplewhodreamtheyarepursued,andwhoinvaintrytowalk.

           Afewmomentspassed;agreatnoisewasheardatthegate.EveryinstantMme.BonacieuxexpectedtoseeMilady,butshedidnotreturn.Severaltimes,withterror,nodoubt,thecoldsweatburstfromherburningbrow.

           Atlengthsheheardthegratingofthehingesoftheopeninggates;thenoiseofbootsandspursresoundedonthestairs.Therewasagreatmurmurofvoiceswhichcontinuedtodrawnear,amidwhichsheseemedtohearherownnamepronounced.

           Allatoncesheutteredaloudcryofjoy,anddartedtowardthedoor;shehadrecognizedthevoiceofd’Artagnan.

           "d’Artagnan!D’Artagnan!"criedshe,"isityou?Thisway!thisway!"

           "Constance?Constance?"repliedtheyoungman,"whereareyou?whereareyou?MyGod!"

           Atthesamemomentthedoorofthecellyieldedtoashock,ratherthanopened;severalmenrushedintothechamber.Mme.Bonacieuxhadsunkintoanarmchair,withoutthepowerofmoving.

           D’Artagnanthrewdownayet-smokingpistolwhichheheldinhishand,andfellonhiskneesbeforehismistress.Athosreplacedhisinhisbelt;PorthosandAramis,whoheldtheirdrawnswordsintheirhands,returnedthemtotheirscabbards.

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