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"
Yes
;
there
is
peril
of
imprisonment
,
risk
of
life
in
knowing
me
.
"
"
Then
I
will
not
leave
you
.
"
"
Monsieur
!
"
said
the
young
woman
,
supplicating
him
and
clasping
her
hands
together
,
"
monsieur
,
in
the
name
of
heaven
,
by
the
honor
of
a
soldier
,
by
the
courtesy
of
a
gentleman
,
depart
!
There
,
there
midnight
sounds
!
That
is
the
hour
when
I
am
expected
.
"
"
Madame
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
bowing
;
"
I
can
refuse
nothing
asked
of
me
thus
.
Be
content
;
I
will
depart
.
"
"
But
you
will
not
follow
me
;
you
will
not
watch
me
?
"
"
I
will
return
home
instantly
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
was
quite
sure
you
were
a
good
and
brave
young
man
,
"
said
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
holding
out
her
hand
to
him
,
and
placing
the
other
upon
the
knocker
of
a
little
door
almost
hidden
in
the
wall
.
D'Artagnan
seized
the
hand
held
out
to
him
,
and
kissed
it
ardently
.
"
Ah
!
I
wish
I
had
never
seen
you
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
with
that
ingenuous
roughness
which
women
often
prefer
to
the
affectations
of
politeness
,
because
it
betrays
the
depths
of
the
thought
and
proves
that
feeling
prevails
over
reason
.
"
Well
!
"
resumed
Mme.
