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The Drop of Water

           "Ibelieveeverything,"saidAthosbitinghislipstillthebloodsprangtoavoidsighing.

           "d’Artagnan,d’Artagnan!"criedMme.Bonacieux,"whereartthou?Donotleaveme!YouseeIamdying!"

           D’ArtagnanreleasedthehandsofAthoswhichhestillheldclaspedinbothhisown,andhastenedtoher.Herbeautifulfacewasdistortedwithagony;herglassyeyeshadnolongertheirsight;aconvulsiveshudderingshookherwholebody;thesweatrolledfromherbrow.

           "Inthenameofheaven,run,call!Aramis!Porthos!Callforhelp!"

           "Useless!"saidAthos,"useless!ForthepoisonwhichSHEpoursthereisnoantidote."

           "Yes,yes!Help,help!"murmuredMme.Bonacieux;"help!"

           Then,collectingallherstrength,shetooktheheadoftheyoungmanbetweenherhands,lookedathimforaninstantasifherwholesoulpassedintothatlook,andwithasobbingcrypressedherlipstohis.

           "Constance,Constance!"criedd’Artagnan.

           AsighescapedfromthemouthofMme.Bonacieux,anddweltforaninstantonthelipsofd’Artagnan.Thatsighwasthesoul,sochasteandsoloving,whichreascendedtoheaven.

           D’Artagnanpressednothingbutacorpseinhisarms.Theyoungmanutteredacry,andfellbythesideofhismistressaspaleandasicyasherself.

           Porthoswept;Aramispointedtowardheaven;Athosmadethesignofthecross.

           Atthatmomentamanappearedinthedoorway,almostaspaleasthoseinthechamber.HelookedaroundhimandsawMme.Bonacieuxdead,andd’Artagnaninaswoon.

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