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Mme.
Bonacieux
remained
standing
,
mute
,
motionless
,
and
pale
as
a
statue
.
The
noise
became
louder
;
the
horses
could
not
be
more
than
a
hundred
and
fifty
paces
distant
.
If
they
were
not
yet
to
be
seen
,
it
was
because
the
road
made
an
elbow
.
The
noise
became
so
distinct
that
the
horses
might
be
counted
by
the
rattle
of
their
hoofs
.
Milady
gazed
with
all
the
power
of
her
attention
;
it
was
just
light
enough
for
her
to
see
who
was
coming
.
All
at
once
,
at
the
turning
of
the
road
she
saw
the
glitter
of
laced
hats
and
the
waving
of
feathers
;
she
counted
two
,
then
five
,
then
eight
horsemen
.
One
of
them
preceded
the
rest
by
double
the
length
of
his
horse
.
Milady
uttered
a
stifled
groan
.
In
the
first
horseman
she
recognized
d'Artagnan
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
,
"
cried
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
"
what
is
it
?
"
"
It
is
the
uniform
of
the
cardinal
's
Guards
.
Not
an
instant
to
be
lost
!
Fly
,
fly
!
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
let
us
fly
!
"
repeated
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
but
without
being
able
to
make
a
step
,
glued
as
she
was
to
the
spot
by
terror
.
They
heard
the
horsemen
pass
under
the
windows
.
