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"
Yes
,
yes
!
Help
,
help
!
"
murmured
Mme.
Bonacieux
;
"
help
!
"
Then
,
collecting
all
her
strength
,
she
took
the
head
of
the
young
man
between
her
hands
,
looked
at
him
for
an
instant
as
if
her
whole
soul
passed
into
that
look
,
and
with
a
sobbing
cry
pressed
her
lips
to
his
.
"
Constance
,
Constance
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
.
A
sigh
escaped
from
the
mouth
of
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
and
dwelt
for
an
instant
on
the
lips
of
d'Artagnan
.
That
sigh
was
the
soul
,
so
chaste
and
so
loving
,
which
reascended
to
heaven
.
D'Artagnan
pressed
nothing
but
a
corpse
in
his
arms
.
The
young
man
uttered
a
cry
,
and
fell
by
the
side
of
his
mistress
as
pale
and
as
icy
as
herself
.
Porthos
wept
;
Aramis
pointed
toward
heaven
;
Athos
made
the
sign
of
the
cross
.
At
that
moment
a
man
appeared
in
the
doorway
,
almost
as
pale
as
those
in
the
chamber
.
He
looked
around
him
and
saw
Mme.
Bonacieux
dead
,
and
d'Artagnan
in
a
swoon
.
He
appeared
just
at
that
moment
of
stupor
which
follows
great
catastrophes
.
"
I
was
not
deceived
,
"
said
he
;
"
here
is
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
;
and
you
are
his
friends
,
Messieurs
Athos
,
Porthos
,
and
Aramis
.
"
The
persons
whose
names
were
thus
pronounced
looked
at
the
stranger
with
astonishment
.
It
seemed
to
all
three
that
they
knew
him
.
