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At
length
a
hand
and
an
arm
,
surpassingly
beautiful
in
their
form
and
whiteness
,
glided
through
the
tapestry
.
D'Artagnan
at
once
comprehended
that
this
was
his
recompense
.
He
cast
himself
on
his
knees
,
seized
the
hand
,
and
touched
it
respectfully
with
his
lips
.
Then
the
hand
was
withdrawn
,
leaving
in
his
an
object
which
he
perceived
to
be
a
ring
.
The
door
immediately
closed
,
and
d'Artagnan
found
himself
again
in
complete
obscurity
.
D'Artagnan
placed
the
ring
on
his
finger
,
and
again
waited
;
it
was
evident
that
all
was
not
yet
over
.
After
the
reward
of
his
devotion
,
that
of
his
love
was
to
come
.
Besides
,
although
the
ballet
was
danced
,
the
evening
had
scarcely
begun
.
Supper
was
to
be
served
at
three
,
and
the
clock
of
St.
Jean
had
struck
three
quarters
past
two
.
The
sound
of
voices
diminished
by
degrees
in
the
adjoining
chamber
.
The
company
was
then
heard
departing
;
then
the
door
of
the
closet
in
which
d'Artagnan
was
,
was
opened
,
and
Mme
Bonacieux
entered
.
"
You
at
last
?
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
Silence
!
"
said
the
young
woman
,
placing
her
hand
upon
his
lips
;
"
silence
,
and
go
the
same
way
you
came
!
"
"
But
where
and
when
shall
I
see
you
again
?
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
"
A
note
which
you
will
find
at
home
will
tell
you
.
Begone
,
begone
!
"
At
these
words
she
opened
the
door
of
the
corridor
,
and
pushed
d'Artagnan
out
of
the
room
.
D'Artagnan
obeyed
like
a
child
,
without
the
least
resistance
or
objection
,
which
proved
that
he
was
really
in
love
.
D'Artagnan
ran
home
immediately
,
and
although
it
was
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
and
he
had
some
of
the
worst
quarters
of
Paris
to
traverse
,
he
met
with
no
misadventure
.
Everyone
knows
that
drunkards
and
lovers
have
a
protecting
deity
.
