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"
Truly
?
"
"
Do
you
not
perceive
that
I
know
all
--
your
abduction
from
the
little
house
at
St.
Germain
,
his
despair
,
that
of
his
friends
,
and
their
useless
inquiries
up
to
this
moment
?
How
could
I
help
being
astonished
when
,
without
having
the
least
expectation
of
such
a
thing
,
I
meet
you
face
to
face
--
you
,
of
whom
we
have
so
often
spoken
together
,
you
whom
he
loves
with
all
his
soul
,
you
whom
he
had
taught
me
to
love
before
I
had
seen
you
!
Ah
,
dear
Constance
,
I
have
found
you
,
then
;
I
see
you
at
last
!
"
And
Milady
stretched
out
her
arms
to
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
who
,
convinced
by
what
she
had
just
said
,
saw
nothing
in
this
woman
whom
an
instant
before
she
had
believed
her
rival
but
a
sincere
and
devoted
friend
.
"
Oh
,
pardon
me
,
pardon
me
!
"
cried
she
,
sinking
upon
the
shoulders
of
Milady
.
"
Pardon
me
,
I
love
him
so
much
!
"
These
two
women
held
each
other
for
an
instant
in
a
close
embrace
.
Certainly
,
if
Milady
's
strength
had
been
equal
to
her
hatred
,
Mme.
Bonacieux
would
never
have
left
that
embrace
alive
.
But
not
being
able
to
stifle
her
,
she
smiled
upon
her
.
"
Oh
,
you
beautiful
,
good
little
creature
!
"
said
Milady
.
"
How
delighted
I
am
to
have
found
you
!
Let
me
look
at
you
!
"
and
while
saying
these
words
,
she
absolutely
devoured
her
by
her
looks
.
"
Oh
,
yes
it
is
you
indeed
!
From
what
he
has
told
me
,
I
know
you
now
.
I
recognize
you
perfectly
.
"
The
poor
young
woman
could
not
possibly
suspect
what
frightful
cruelty
was
behind
the
rampart
of
that
pure
brow
,
behind
those
brilliant
eyes
in
which
she
read
nothing
but
interest
and
compassion
.
"
Then
you
know
what
I
have
suffered
,
"
said
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
"
since
he
has
told
you
what
he
has
suffered
;
but
to
suffer
for
him
is
happiness
.
"
Milady
replied
mechanically
,
"
Yes
,
that
is
happiness
.
"
She
was
thinking
of
something
else
.
"
And
then
,
"
continued
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
"
my
punishment
is
drawing
to
a
close
.
Tomorrow
,
this
evening
,
perhaps
,
I
shall
see
him
again
;
and
then
the
past
will
no
longer
exist
.
"
