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"
How
is
there
still
time
?
"
asked
the
man
in
the
cloak
.
"
I
go
to
the
Louvre
;
I
ask
for
Mme.
Bonacieux
;
I
say
that
I
have
reflected
;
I
renew
the
affair
;
I
obtain
the
letter
,
and
I
run
directly
to
the
cardinal
.
"
"
Well
,
go
quickly
!
I
will
return
soon
to
learn
the
result
of
your
trip
.
"
The
stranger
went
out
.
"
Infamous
!
"
said
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
addressing
this
epithet
to
her
husband
.
"
Silence
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
pressing
her
hand
still
more
warmly
.
A
terrible
howling
interrupted
these
reflections
of
d'Artagnan
and
Mme.
Bonacieux
.
It
was
her
husband
,
who
had
discovered
the
disappearance
of
the
moneybag
,
and
was
crying
"
Thieves
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
cried
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
"
he
will
rouse
the
whole
quarter
.
"
Bonacieux
called
a
long
time
;
but
as
such
cries
,
on
account
of
their
frequency
,
brought
nobody
in
the
Rue
des
Fossoyeurs
,
and
as
lately
the
mercer
's
house
had
a
bad
name
,
finding
that
nobody
came
,
he
went
out
continuing
to
call
,
his
voice
being
heard
fainter
and
fainter
as
he
went
in
the
direction
of
the
Rue
du
Bac
.
