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"
In
an
hour
you
shall
be
obeyed
.
"
"
You
see
the
address
,
"
said
the
queen
,
speaking
so
low
that
Mme.
Bonacieux
could
hardly
hear
what
she
said
,
"
To
my
Lord
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
London
.
"
"
The
letter
shall
be
given
to
himself
.
"
"
Generous
girl
!
"
cried
Anne
of
Austria
.
Mme.
Bonacieux
kissed
the
hands
of
the
queen
,
concealed
the
paper
in
the
bosom
of
her
dress
,
and
disappeared
with
the
lightness
of
a
bird
.
Ten
minutes
afterward
she
was
at
home
.
As
she
told
the
queen
,
she
had
not
seen
her
husband
since
his
liberation
;
she
was
ignorant
of
the
change
that
had
taken
place
in
him
with
respect
to
the
cardinal
--
a
change
which
had
since
been
strengthened
by
two
or
three
visits
from
the
Comte
de
Rochefort
,
who
had
become
the
best
friend
of
Bonacieux
,
and
had
persuaded
him
,
without
much
trouble
,
was
putting
his
house
in
order
,
the
furniture
of
which
he
had
found
mostly
broken
and
his
closets
nearly
empty
--
justice
not
being
one
of
the
three
things
which
King
Solomon
names
as
leaving
no
traces
of
their
passage
.
As
to
the
servant
,
she
had
run
away
at
the
moment
of
her
master
's
arrest
.
Terror
had
had
such
an
effect
upon
the
poor
girl
that
she
had
never
ceased
walking
from
Paris
till
she
reached
Burgundy
,
her
native
place
.
The
worthy
mercer
had
,
immediately
upon
re-entering
his
house
,
informed
his
wife
of
his
happy
return
,
and
his
wife
had
replied
by
congratulating
him
,
and
telling
him
that
the
first
moment
she
could
steal
from
her
duties
should
be
devoted
to
paying
him
a
visit
.
This
first
moment
had
been
delayed
five
days
,
which
,
under
any
other
circumstances
,
might
have
appeared
rather
long
to
M.
Bonacieux
;
but
he
had
,
in
the
visit
he
had
made
to
the
cardinal
and
in
the
visits
Rochefort
had
made
him
,
ample
subjects
for
reflection
,
and
as
everybody
knows
,
nothing
makes
time
pass
more
quickly
than
reflection
.
This
was
the
more
so
because
Bonacieux
's
reflections
were
all
rose-colored
.
Rochefort
called
him
his
friend
,
his
dear
Bonacieux
,
and
never
ceased
telling
him
that
the
cardinal
had
a
great
respect
for
him
.
The
mercer
fancied
himself
already
on
the
high
road
to
honors
and
fortune
.
On
her
side
Mme.
Bonacieux
had
also
reflected
;
but
,
it
must
be
admitted
,
upon
something
widely
different
from
ambition
.
In
spite
of
herself
her
thoughts
constantly
reverted
to
that
handsome
young
man
who
was
so
brave
and
appeared
to
be
so
much
in
love
.
Married
at
eighteen
to
M.
Bonacieux
,
having
always
lived
among
her
husband
's
friends
--
people
little
capable
of
inspiring
any
sentiment
whatever
in
a
young
woman
whose
heart
was
above
her
position
--
Mme.
Bonacieux
had
remained
insensible
to
vulgar
seductions
;
but
at
this
period
the
title
of
gentleman
had
great
influence
with
the
citizen
class
,
and
d'Artagnan
was
a
gentleman
.
