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The Drop of Water

           Bonacieux,"whatisit?"

           "Itistheuniformofthecardinal’sGuards.Notaninstanttobelost!Fly,fly!"

           "Yes,yes,letusfly!"repeatedMme.Bonacieux,butwithoutbeingabletomakeastep,gluedasshewastothespotbyterror.

           Theyheardthehorsemenpassunderthewindows.

           "Come,then,come,then!"criedMilady,tryingtodragtheyoungwomanalongbythearm."Thankstothegarden,weyetcanflee;Ihavethekey,butmakehaste!infiveminutesitwillbetoolate!"

           Mme.Bonacieuxtriedtowalk,madetwosteps,andsankuponherknees.Miladytriedtoraiseandcarryher,butcouldnotdoit.

           Atthismomenttheyheardtherollingofthecarriage,whichattheapproachoftheMusketeerssetoffatagallop.Thenthreeorfourshotswerefired.

           "Forthelasttime,willyoucome?"criedMilady.

           "Oh,myGod,myGod!youseemystrengthfailsme;youseeplainlyIcannotwalk.Fleealone!"

           "Fleealone,andleaveyouhere?No,no,never!"criedMilady.

           Allatonceshepaused,alividflashdartedfromhereyes;sherantothetable,emptiedintoMme.Bonacieux’sglassthecontentsofaringwhichsheopenedwithsingularquickness.Itwasagrainofareddishcolor,whichdissolvedimmediately.

           Then,takingtheglasswithafirmhand,shesaid,"Drink.Thiswinewillgiveyoustrength,drink!"Andsheputtheglasstothelipsoftheyoungwoman,whodrankmechanically.

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