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"
Come
,
then
,
come
,
then
!
"
cried
Milady
,
trying
to
drag
the
young
woman
along
by
the
arm
.
"
Thanks
to
the
garden
,
we
yet
can
flee
;
I
have
the
key
,
but
make
haste
!
in
five
minutes
it
will
be
too
late
!
"
Mme.
Bonacieux
tried
to
walk
,
made
two
steps
,
and
sank
upon
her
knees
.
Milady
tried
to
raise
and
carry
her
,
but
could
not
do
it
.
At
this
moment
they
heard
the
rolling
of
the
carriage
,
which
at
the
approach
of
the
Musketeers
set
off
at
a
gallop
.
Then
three
or
four
shots
were
fired
.
"
For
the
last
time
,
will
you
come
?
"
cried
Milady
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
you
see
my
strength
fails
me
;
you
see
plainly
I
can
not
walk
.
Flee
alone
!
"
"
Flee
alone
,
and
leave
you
here
?
No
,
no
,
never
!
"
cried
Milady
.
All
at
once
she
paused
,
a
livid
flash
darted
from
her
eyes
;
she
ran
to
the
table
,
emptied
into
Mme.
Bonacieux
's
glass
the
contents
of
a
ring
which
she
opened
with
singular
quickness
.
It
was
a
grain
of
a
reddish
color
,
which
dissolved
immediately
.
Then
,
taking
the
glass
with
a
firm
hand
,
she
said
,
"
Drink
.
This
wine
will
give
you
strength
,
drink
!
"
And
she
put
the
glass
to
the
lips
of
the
young
woman
,
who
drank
mechanically
.
"
This
is
not
the
way
that
I
wished
to
avenge
myself
,
"
said
Milady
,
replacing
the
glass
upon
the
table
,
with
an
infernal
smile
,
"
but
,
my
faith
!
we
do
what
we
can
!
"
And
she
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
Mme.
Bonacieux
saw
her
go
without
being
able
to
follow
her
;
she
was
like
people
who
dream
they
are
pursued
,
and
who
in
vain
try
to
walk
.
