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In which the Plot Thickens

           "Butyou,madame,prudentasyouare,think,ifyouweretobearrestedwiththathandkerchief,andthathandkerchiefweretobeseized,wouldyounotbecompromised?"

           "Inwhatway?TheinitialsareonlymineC.B.,ConstanceBonacieux."

           "OrCamilledeBois-Tracy."

           "Silence,monsieur!Onceagain,silence!Ah,sincethedangersIincuronmyownaccountcannotstopyou,thinkofthoseyoumayyourselfrun!"

           "Me?"

           "Yes;thereisperilofimprisonment,riskoflifeinknowingme."

           "ThenIwillnotleaveyou."

           "Monsieur!"saidtheyoungwoman,supplicatinghimandclaspingherhandstogether,"monsieur,inthenameofheaven,bythehonorofasoldier,bythecourtesyofagentleman,depart!There,theremidnightsounds!ThatisthehourwhenIamexpected."

           "Madame,"saidtheyoungman,bowing;"Icanrefusenothingaskedofmethus.Becontent;Iwilldepart."

           "Butyouwillnotfollowme;youwillnotwatchme?"

           "Iwillreturnhomeinstantly."

           "Ah,Iwasquitesureyouwereagoodandbraveyoungman,"saidMme.Bonacieux,holdingoutherhandtohim,andplacingtheotherupontheknockerofalittledooralmosthiddeninthewall.

           D’Artagnanseizedthehandheldouttohim,andkisseditardently.

           "Ah!IwishIhadneverseenyou!"criedd’Artagnan,withthatingenuousroughnesswhichwomenoftenprefertotheaffectationsofpoliteness,becauseitbetraysthedepthsofthethoughtandprovesthatfeelingprevailsoverreason.

           "Well!"resumedMme.

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