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"
It
appears
that
our
journey
was
a
remounting
journey
,
then
?
"
"
Exactly
so
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
;
and
nodding
to
Planchet
,
he
went
out
.
M.
Bonacieux
was
at
his
door
.
D'Artagnan
's
intention
was
to
go
out
without
speaking
to
the
worthy
mercer
;
but
the
latter
made
so
polite
and
friendly
a
salutation
that
his
tenant
felt
obliged
,
not
only
to
stop
,
but
to
enter
into
conversation
with
him
.
Besides
,
how
is
it
possible
to
avoid
a
little
condescension
toward
a
husband
whose
pretty
wife
has
appointed
a
meeting
with
you
that
same
evening
at
St.
Cloud
,
opposite
D'Estrees
's
pavilion
?
D'Artagnan
approached
him
with
the
most
amiable
air
he
could
assume
.
The
conversation
naturally
fell
upon
the
incarceration
of
the
poor
man
.
M.
Bonacieux
,
who
was
ignorant
that
d'Artagnan
had
overheard
his
conversation
with
the
stranger
of
Meung
,
related
to
his
young
tenant
the
persecutions
of
that
monster
,
M.
de
Laffemas
,
whom
he
never
ceased
to
designate
,
during
his
account
,
by
the
title
of
the
"
cardinal
's
executioner
,
"
and
expatiated
at
great
length
upon
the
Bastille
,
the
bolts
,
the
wickets
,
the
dungeons
,
the
gratings
,
the
instruments
of
torture
.
D'Artagnan
listened
to
him
with
exemplary
complaisance
,
and
when
he
had
finished
said
,
"
And
Madame
Bonacieux
,
do
you
know
who
carried
her
off
?
--
For
I
do
not
forget
that
I
owe
to
that
unpleasant
circumstance
the
good
fortune
of
having
made
your
acquaintance
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
Bonacieux
,
"
they
took
good
care
not
to
tell
me
that
;
and
my
wife
,
on
her
part
,
has
sworn
to
me
by
all
that
's
sacred
that
she
does
not
know
.
But
you
,
"
continued
M.
Bonacieux
,
in
a
tine
of
perfect
good
fellowship
,
"
what
has
become
of
you
all
these
days
?
I
have
not
seen
you
nor
your
friends
,
and
I
do
n't
think
you
could
gather
all
that
dust
that
I
saw
Planchet
brush
off
your
boots
yesterday
from
the
pavement
of
Paris
.
"
"
You
are
right
,
my
dear
Monsieur
Bonacieux
,
my
friends
and
I
have
been
on
a
little
journey
.
"
"
Far
from
here
?
"
"
Oh
,
Lord
,
no
!
About
forty
leagues
only
.
We
went
to
take
Monsieur
Athos
to
the
waters
of
Forges
,
where
my
friends
still
remain
.
"
