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This
must
be
,
then
,
an
affair
of
importance
;
and
what
is
the
most
important
affair
to
a
woman
of
twenty-five
!
Love
.
But
was
it
on
her
own
account
,
or
on
account
of
another
,
that
she
exposed
herself
to
such
hazards
?
This
was
a
question
the
young
man
asked
himself
,
whom
the
demon
of
jealousy
already
gnawed
,
being
in
heart
neither
more
nor
less
than
an
accepted
lover
.
There
was
a
very
simple
means
of
satisfying
himself
whither
Mme.
Bonacieux
was
going
;
that
was
to
follow
her
.
This
method
was
so
simple
that
d'Artagnan
employed
it
quite
naturally
and
instinctively
.
But
at
the
sight
of
the
young
man
,
who
detached
himself
from
the
wall
like
a
statue
walking
from
its
niche
,
and
at
the
noise
of
the
steps
which
she
heard
resound
behind
her
,
Mme.
Bonacieux
uttered
a
little
cry
and
fled
.
D'Artagnan
ran
after
her
.
It
was
not
difficult
for
him
to
overtake
a
woman
embarrassed
with
her
cloak
.
He
came
up
with
her
before
she
had
traversed
a
third
of
the
street
.
The
unfortunate
woman
was
exhausted
,
not
by
fatigue
,
but
by
terror
,
and
when
d'Artagnan
placed
his
hand
upon
her
shoulder
,
she
sank
upon
one
knee
,
crying
in
a
choking
voice
,
"
Kill
me
,
if
you
please
,
you
shall
know
nothing
!
"
D'Artagnan
raised
her
by
passing
his
arm
round
her
waist
;
but
as
he
felt
by
her
weight
she
was
on
the
point
of
fainting
,
he
made
haste
to
reassure
her
by
protestations
of
devotedness
.
These
protestations
were
nothing
for
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
for
such
protestations
may
be
made
with
the
worst
intentions
in
the
world
;
but
the
voice
was
all
.
Mme.
Bonacieux
thought
she
recognized
the
sound
of
that
voice
;
she
reopened
her
eyes
,
cast
a
quick
glance
upon
the
man
who
had
terrified
her
so
,
and
at
once
perceiving
it
was
d'Artagnan
,
she
uttered
a
cry
of
joy
,
"
Oh
,
it
is
you
,
it
is
you
!
Thank
God
,
thank
God
!
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
I
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
it
is
I
,
whom
God
has
sent
to
watch
over
you
.
"
"
Was
it
with
that
intention
you
followed
me
?
"
asked
the
young
woman
,
with
a
coquettish
smile
,
whose
somewhat
bantering
character
resumed
its
influence
,
and
with
whom
all
fear
had
disappeared
from
the
moment
in
which
she
recognized
a
friend
in
one
she
had
taken
for
an
enemy
.
"
No
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
"
no
,
I
confess
it
.
It
was
chance
that
threw
me
in
your
way
;
I
saw
a
woman
knocking
at
the
window
of
one
of
my
friends
.
"
