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Milady
uttered
a
cry
of
terror
and
sank
upon
her
knees
.
The
executioner
took
her
up
in
his
arms
and
was
carrying
her
toward
the
boat
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
cried
she
,
"
my
God
!
are
you
going
to
drown
me
?
"
These
cries
had
something
so
heartrending
in
them
that
M.
d'Artagnan
,
who
had
been
at
first
the
most
eager
in
pursuit
of
Milady
,
sat
down
on
the
stump
of
a
tree
and
hung
his
head
,
covering
his
ears
with
the
palms
of
his
hands
;
and
yet
,
notwithstanding
,
he
could
still
hear
her
cry
and
threaten
.
D'Artagnan
was
the
youngest
of
all
these
men
.
His
heart
failed
him
.
"
Oh
,
I
can
not
behold
this
frightful
spectacle
!
"
said
he
.
"
I
can
not
consent
that
this
woman
should
die
thus
!
"
Milady
heard
these
few
words
and
caught
at
a
shadow
of
hope
.
"
d'Artagnan
,
d'Artagnan
!
"
cried
she
;
"
remember
that
I
loved
you
!
"
The
young
man
rose
and
took
a
step
toward
her
.
But
Athos
rose
likewise
,
drew
his
sword
,
and
placed
himself
in
the
way
.
"
If
you
take
one
step
farther
,
d'Artagnan
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
shall
cross
swords
together
.
"
