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The
carriage
,
which
had
been
stopped
for
a
minute
,
resumed
its
way
,
passed
through
the
crowd
,
threaded
the
Rue
St.
Honore
,
turned
into
the
Rue
des
Bons
Enfants
,
and
stopped
before
a
low
door
.
The
door
opened
;
two
guards
received
Bonacieux
in
their
arms
from
the
officer
who
supported
him
.
They
carried
him
through
an
alley
,
up
a
flight
of
stairs
,
and
deposited
him
in
an
antechamber
.
All
these
movements
had
been
effected
mechanically
,
as
far
as
he
was
concerned
.
He
had
walked
as
one
walks
in
a
dream
;
he
had
a
glimpse
of
objects
as
through
a
fog
.
His
ears
had
perceived
sounds
without
comprehending
them
;
he
might
have
been
executed
at
that
moment
without
his
making
a
single
gesture
in
his
own
defense
or
uttering
a
cry
to
implore
mercy
.
He
remained
on
the
bench
,
with
his
back
leaning
against
the
wall
and
his
hands
hanging
down
,
exactly
on
the
spot
where
the
guards
placed
him
.
On
looking
around
him
,
however
,
as
he
could
perceive
no
threatening
object
,
as
nothing
indicated
that
he
ran
any
real
danger
,
as
the
bench
was
comfortably
covered
with
a
well-stuffed
cushion
,
as
the
wall
was
ornamented
with
a
beautiful
Cordova
leather
,
and
as
large
red
damask
curtains
,
fastened
back
by
gold
clasps
,
floated
before
the
window
,
he
perceived
by
degrees
that
his
fear
was
exaggerated
,
and
he
began
to
turn
his
head
to
the
right
and
the
left
,
upward
and
downward
.
At
this
movement
,
which
nobody
opposed
,
he
resumed
a
little
courage
,
and
ventured
to
draw
up
one
leg
and
then
the
other
.
At
length
,
with
the
help
of
his
two
hands
he
lifted
himself
from
the
bench
,
and
found
himself
on
his
feet
.
At
this
moment
an
officer
with
a
pleasant
face
opened
a
door
,
continued
to
exchange
some
words
with
a
person
in
the
next
chamber
and
then
came
up
to
the
prisoner
.
"
Is
your
name
Bonacieux
?
"
said
he
.
"
Yes
,
Monsieur
Officer
,
"
stammered
the
mercer
,
more
dead
than
alive
,
"
at
your
service
.
"
"
Come
in
,
"
said
the
officer
.
