"Mine, monsieur," said the young woman, in a dying voice.
"But who poured the wine for you that was in this glass?"
"She."
"But who is SHE?"
"Oh, I remember!" said Mme. Bonacieux, "the Comtesse de Winter."
The four friends uttered one and the same cry, but that of Athos dominated all the rest.
At that moment the countenance of Mme. Bonacieux became livid; a fearful agony pervaded her frame, and she sank panting into the arms of Porthos and Aramis.
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