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A
few
moments
passed
;
a
great
noise
was
heard
at
the
gate
.
Every
instant
Mme.
Bonacieux
expected
to
see
Milady
,
but
she
did
not
return
.
Several
times
,
with
terror
,
no
doubt
,
the
cold
sweat
burst
from
her
burning
brow
.
At
length
she
heard
the
grating
of
the
hinges
of
the
opening
gates
;
the
noise
of
boots
and
spurs
resounded
on
the
stairs
.
There
was
a
great
murmur
of
voices
which
continued
to
draw
near
,
amid
which
she
seemed
to
hear
her
own
name
pronounced
.
All
at
once
she
uttered
a
loud
cry
of
joy
,
and
darted
toward
the
door
;
she
had
recognized
the
voice
of
d'Artagnan
.
"
d'Artagnan
!
D'Artagnan
!
"
cried
she
,
"
is
it
you
?
This
way
!
this
way
!
"
"
Constance
?
Constance
?
"
replied
the
young
man
,
"
where
are
you
?
where
are
you
?
My
God
!
"
At
the
same
moment
the
door
of
the
cell
yielded
to
a
shock
,
rather
than
opened
;
several
men
rushed
into
the
chamber
.
Mme.
Bonacieux
had
sunk
into
an
armchair
,
without
the
power
of
moving
.
D'Artagnan
threw
down
a
yet-smoking
pistol
which
he
held
in
his
hand
,
and
fell
on
his
knees
before
his
mistress
.
Athos
replaced
his
in
his
belt
;
Porthos
and
Aramis
,
who
held
their
drawn
swords
in
their
hands
,
returned
them
to
their
scabbards
.
"
Oh
,
d'Artagnan
,
my
beloved
d'Artagnan
!
You
have
come
,
then
,
at
last
!
You
have
not
deceived
me
!
It
is
indeed
thee
!
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
Constance
.
Reunited
!
"
"
Oh
,
it
was
in
vain
she
told
me
you
would
not
come
!
I
hoped
in
silence
.
I
was
not
willing
to
fly
.
Oh
,
I
have
done
well
!
How
happy
I
am
!
"
