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D'Artagnan
glanced
down
at
his
boots
,
all
covered
with
mud
;
but
that
same
glance
fell
upon
the
shoes
and
stockings
of
the
mercer
,
and
it
might
have
been
said
they
had
been
dipped
in
the
same
mud
heap
.
Both
were
stained
with
splashes
of
mud
of
the
same
appearance
.
Then
a
sudden
idea
crossed
the
mind
of
d'Artagnan
.
That
little
stout
man
,
short
and
elderly
,
that
sort
of
lackey
,
dressed
in
dark
clothes
,
treated
without
ceremony
by
the
men
wearing
swords
who
composed
the
escort
,
was
Bonacieux
himself
.
The
husband
had
presided
at
the
abduction
of
his
wife
.
A
terrible
inclination
seized
d'Artagnan
to
grasp
the
mercer
by
the
throat
and
strangle
him
;
but
,
as
we
have
said
,
he
was
a
very
prudent
youth
,
and
he
restrained
himself
.
However
,
the
revolution
which
appeared
upon
his
countenance
was
so
visible
that
Bonacieux
was
terrified
at
it
,
and
he
endeavored
to
draw
back
a
step
or
two
;
but
as
he
was
standing
before
the
half
of
the
door
which
was
shut
,
the
obstacle
compelled
him
to
keep
his
place
.
"
Ah
,
but
you
are
joking
,
my
worthy
man
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
It
appears
to
me
that
if
my
boots
need
a
sponge
,
your
stockings
and
shoes
stand
in
equal
need
of
a
brush
.
May
you
not
have
been
philandering
a
little
also
,
Monsieur
Bonacieux
?
Oh
,
the
devil
!
That
's
unpardonable
in
a
man
of
your
age
,
and
who
besides
,
has
such
a
pretty
wife
as
yours
.
"
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
no
,
"
said
Bonacieux
,
"
but
yesterday
I
went
to
St.
Mande
to
make
some
inquiries
after
a
servant
,
as
I
can
not
possibly
do
without
one
;
and
the
roads
were
so
bad
that
I
brought
back
all
this
mud
,
which
I
have
not
yet
had
time
to
remove
.
"
The
place
named
by
Bonacieux
as
that
which
had
been
the
object
of
his
journey
was
a
fresh
proof
in
support
of
the
suspicions
d'Artagnan
had
conceived
.
Bonacieux
had
named
Mande
because
Mande
was
in
an
exactly
opposite
direction
from
St.
Cloud
.
This
probability
afforded
him
his
first
consolation
.
If
Bonacieux
knew
where
his
wife
was
,
one
might
,
by
extreme
means
,
force
the
mercer
to
open
his
teeth
and
let
his
secret
escape
.
The
question
,
then
,
was
how
to
change
this
probability
into
a
certainty
.
"
Pardon
,
my
dear
Monsieur
Bonacieux
,
if
I
do
n't
stand
upon
ceremony
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
but
nothing
makes
one
so
thirsty
as
want
of
sleep
.
I
am
parched
with
thirst
.
Allow
me
to
take
a
glass
of
water
in
your
apartment
;
you
know
that
is
never
refused
among
neighbors
.
"
Without
waiting
for
the
permission
of
his
host
,
d'Artagnan
went
quickly
into
the
house
,
and
cast
a
rapid
glance
at
the
bed
.
It
had
not
been
used
.
Bonacieux
had
not
been
abed
.
He
had
only
been
back
an
hour
or
two
;
he
had
accompanied
his
wife
to
the
place
of
her
confinement
,
or
else
at
least
to
the
first
relay
.
"
Thanks
,
Monsieur
Bonacieux
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
emptying
his
glass
,
"
that
is
all
I
wanted
of
you
.
I
will
now
go
up
into
my
apartment
.
I
will
make
Planchet
brush
my
boots
;
and
when
he
has
done
,
I
will
,
if
you
like
,
send
him
to
you
to
brush
your
shoes
.
"
