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Bonacieux to leave the convent, and to retire either into Lorraine or Belgium. They had not long to wait for an answer. Eight or ten days afterward Aramis received the following letter: My Dear Cousin, Here is the authorization from my sister to withdraw our little servant from the convent of Bethune, the air of which you think is bad for her.

"I think not." "She did not name Madame de Chevreuse, the Duke of Buckingham, or Madame de Vernet?" "No; she only told me she wished to send me to London to serve the interests of an illustrious personage." "The traitor!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux. "Silence!" said d'Artagnan, taking her hand, which, without thinking of it, she abandoned to him.

In the name of the queen I forbid you to throw yourself into any peril which is foreign to that of your journey." "And do you command nothing in your own name?" "In my name," said Mme. Bonacieux, with great emotion, "in my name I beg you! But listen; they appear to be speaking of me." D'Artagnan drew near the window, and lent his ear.

Constance Bonacieux expired in D'Artagnan's arms. Then the four musketeers, joined by Lord de Winter, who had arrived from England in hot pursuit of Milady, his sister-in-law, set out to overtake the woman who had wrought so much evil. They came up with Milady at a solitary house near the village of Erquinheim.

We went to take Monsieur Athos to the waters of Forges, where my friends still remain." "And you have returned, have you not?" replied M. Bonacieux, giving to his countenance a most sly air. "A handsome young fellow like you does not obtain long leaves of absence from his mistress; and we were impatiently waited for at Paris, were we not?"

D'Artagnan felt the truth of this reproach. "I loved Madame Bonacieux with my heart, while I only love Milady with my head," said he. "In getting introduced to her, my principal object is to ascertain what part she plays at court." "The part she plays, PARDIEU! It is not difficult to divine that, after all you have told me.

As they were going down d'Artagnan laid his hand on the shoulder of their leader. "May I not drink to your health, and you to mine?" said d'Artagnan, filling two glasses with the Beaugency wine which he had obtained from the liberality of M. Bonacieux. "That will do me great honor," said the leader of the posse, "and I accept thankfully." "Then to yours, monsieur what is your name?" "Boisrenard."

"I love you; you permit me to tell you that I do that is already more happiness than I dared to hope." "Silence!" said Mme. Bonacieux, starting. "What!" "Someone is talking in the street." "It is the voice of " "Of my husband! Yes, I recognize it!" D'Artagnan ran to the door and pushed the bolt. "He shall not come in before I am gone," said he; "and when I am gone, you can open to him."

"I know nothing of that." " since she lodges with him." "That does not concern me." "But who is she?" "Oh, that is not my secret." "My dear Madame Bonacieux, you are charming; but at the same time you are one of the most mysterious women." "Do I lose by that?" "No; you are, on the contrary, adorable." "Give me your arm, then." "Most willingly. And now?" "Now escort me." "Where?"

"But I ought to be gone, too. And the disappearance of his money; how am I to justify it if I am here?" "You are right; we must go out." "Go out? How? He will see us if we go out." "Then you must come up into my room." "Ah," said Mme. Bonacieux, "you speak that in a tone that frightens me!" Mme.

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