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The Drop of Water

           "Yousee!"saidAthos,pointingtoMme.Bonacieuxdead,andtod’Artagnan,whomPorthosandAramisweretryingtorecalltolife.

           "Aretheybothdead?"askedLorddeWinter,sternly.

           "No,"repliedAthos,"fortunatelyMonsieurd’Artagnanhasonlyfainted."

           "Ah,indeed,somuchthebetter!"saidLorddeWinter.

           Atthatmomentd’Artagnanopenedhiseyes.HetorehimselffromthearmsofPorthosandAramis,andthrewhimselflikeamadmanonthecorpseofhismistress.

           Athosrose,walkedtowardhisfriendwithaslowandsolemnstep,embracedhimtenderly,andasheburstintoviolentsobs,hesaidtohimwithhisnobleandpersuasivevoice,"Friend,beaman!Womenweepforthedead;menavengethem!"

           "Oh,yes!"criedd’Artagnan,"yes!Ifitbetoavengeher,Iamreadytofollowyou."

           AthosprofitedbythismomentofstrengthwhichthehopeofvengeancerestoredtohisunfortunatefriendtomakeasigntoPorthosandAramistogoandfetchthesuperior.

           Thetwofriendsmetherinthecorridor,greatlytroubledandmuchupsetbysuchstrangeevents;shecalledsomeofthenuns,whoagainstallmonasticcustomfoundthemselvesinthepresenceoffivemen.

           "Madame,"saidAthos,passinghisarmunderthatofd’Artagnan,"weabandontoyourpiouscarethebodyofthatunfortunatewoman.Shewasanangelonearthbeforebeinganangelinheaven.Treatherasoneofyoursisters.Wewillreturnsomedaytoprayoverhergrave."

           D’ArtagnanconcealedhisfaceinthebosomofAthos,andsobbedaloud.

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