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It
was
a
strange
thing
,
and
one
which
made
d'Artagnan
tremble
from
the
sole
of
his
foot
to
the
roots
of
his
hair
,
to
find
that
this
soft
light
,
this
calm
lamp
,
enlightened
a
scene
of
fearful
disorder
.
One
of
the
windows
was
broken
,
the
door
of
the
chamber
had
been
beaten
in
and
hung
,
split
in
two
,
on
its
hinges
.
A
table
,
which
had
been
covered
with
an
elegant
supper
,
was
overturned
.
The
decanters
broken
in
pieces
,
and
the
fruits
crushed
,
strewed
the
floor
.
Everything
in
the
apartment
gave
evidence
of
a
violent
and
desperate
struggle
.
D'Artagnan
even
fancied
he
could
recognize
amid
this
strange
disorder
,
fragments
of
garments
,
and
some
bloody
spots
staining
the
cloth
and
the
curtains
.
He
hastened
to
descend
into
the
street
,
with
a
frightful
beating
at
his
heart
;
he
wished
to
see
if
he
could
find
other
traces
of
violence
.
The
little
soft
light
shone
on
in
the
calmness
of
the
night
.
d'Artagnan
then
perceived
a
thing
that
he
had
not
before
remarked
--
for
nothing
had
led
him
to
the
examination
--
that
the
ground
,
trampled
here
and
hoofmarked
there
,
presented
confused
traces
of
men
and
horses
.
Besides
,
the
wheels
of
a
carriage
,
which
appeared
to
have
come
from
Paris
,
had
made
a
deep
impression
in
the
soft
earth
,
which
did
not
extend
beyond
the
pavilion
,
but
turned
again
toward
Paris
.
At
length
d'Artagnan
,
in
pursuing
his
researches
,
found
near
the
wall
a
woman
's
torn
glove
.
This
glove
,
wherever
it
had
not
touched
the
muddy
ground
,
was
of
irreproachable
odor
.
It
was
one
of
those
perfumed
gloves
that
lovers
like
to
snatch
from
a
pretty
hand
.
As
d'Artagnan
pursued
his
investigations
,
a
more
abundant
and
more
icy
sweat
rolled
in
large
drops
from
his
forehead
;
his
heart
was
oppressed
by
a
horrible
anguish
;
his
respiration
was
broken
and
short
.
And
yet
he
said
,
to
reassure
himself
,
that
this
pavilion
perhaps
had
nothing
in
common
with
Mme.
Bonacieux
;
that
the
young
woman
had
made
an
appointment
with
him
before
the
pavilion
,
and
not
in
the
pavilion
;
that
she
might
have
been
detained
in
Paris
by
her
duties
,
or
perhaps
by
the
jealousy
of
her
husband
.
But
all
these
reasons
were
combated
,
destroyed
,
overthrown
,
by
that
feeling
of
intimate
pain
which
,
on
certain
occasions
,
takes
possession
of
our
being
,
and
cries
to
us
so
as
to
be
understood
unmistakably
that
some
great
misfortune
is
hanging
over
us
.
Then
d'Artagnan
became
almost
wild
.
He
ran
along
the
high
road
,
took
the
path
he
had
before
taken
,
and
reaching
the
ferry
,
interrogated
the
boatman
.
About
seven
o'clock
in
the
evening
,
the
boatman
had
taken
over
a
young
woman
,
wrapped
in
a
black
mantle
,
who
appeared
to
be
very
anxious
not
to
be
recognized
;
but
entirely
on
account
of
her
precautions
,
the
boatman
had
paid
more
attention
to
her
and
discovered
that
she
was
young
and
pretty
.
There
were
then
,
as
now
,
a
crowd
of
young
and
pretty
women
who
came
to
St.
Cloud
,
and
who
had
reasons
for
not
being
seen
,
and
yet
d'Artagnan
did
not
for
an
instant
doubt
that
it
was
Mme.
Bonacieux
whom
the
boatman
had
noticed
.
D'Artagnan
took
advantage
of
the
lamp
which
burned
in
the
cabin
of
the
ferryman
to
read
the
billet
of
Mme.
Bonacieux
once
again
,
and
satisfy
himself
that
he
had
not
been
mistaken
,
that
the
appointment
was
at
St.
Cloud
and
not
elsewhere
,
before
the
D'Estrees
's
pavilion
and
not
in
another
street
.
Everything
conspired
to
prove
to
d'Artagnan
that
his
presentiments
had
not
deceived
him
,
and
that
a
great
misfortune
had
happened
.
