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"
Yes
;
but
in
certain
circumstances
five
minutes
are
five
ages
.
"
"
When
one
loves
.
"
"
Well
!
And
who
told
you
I
had
no
affair
with
a
lover
?
"
"
It
is
a
man
,
then
,
who
expects
you
?
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
A
man
!
"
"
The
discussion
is
going
to
begin
again
!
"
said
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
with
a
half-smile
which
was
not
exempt
from
a
tinge
of
impatience
.
"
No
,
no
;
I
go
,
I
depart
!
I
believe
in
you
,
and
I
would
have
all
the
merit
of
my
devotion
,
even
if
that
devotion
were
stupidity
.
Adieu
,
madame
,
adieu
!
"
And
as
if
he
only
felt
strength
to
detach
himself
by
a
violent
effort
from
the
hand
he
held
,
he
sprang
away
,
running
,
while
Mme.
Bonacieux
knocked
,
as
at
the
shutter
,
three
light
and
regular
taps
.
When
he
had
gained
the
angle
of
the
street
,
he
turned
.
The
door
had
been
opened
,
and
shut
again
;
the
mercer
's
pretty
wife
had
disappeared
.
D'Artagnan
pursued
his
way
.
He
had
given
his
word
not
to
watch
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
and
if
his
life
had
depended
upon
the
spot
to
which
she
was
going
or
upon
the
person
who
should
accompany
her
,
d'Artagnan
would
have
returned
home
,
since
he
had
so
promised
.
Five
minutes
later
he
was
in
the
Rue
des
Fossoyeurs
.
"
Poor
Athos
!
"
said
he
;
"
he
will
never
guess
what
all
this
means
.
He
will
have
fallen
asleep
waiting
for
me
,
or
else
he
will
have
returned
home
,
where
he
will
have
learned
that
a
woman
had
been
there
.
A
woman
with
Athos
!
After
all
,
"
continued
d'Artagnan
,
"
there
was
certainly
one
with
Aramis
.
All
this
is
very
strange
;
and
I
am
curious
to
know
how
it
will
end
.
"
