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In the breast of the corpse was buried a dagger, of which the golden hilt sparkled in the moonbeams.
"Mordaunt! Mordaunt!" cried the three friends; "it is Mordaunt! But Athos! where is he?"
Just then the boat gave a lurch, and Grimaud uttered an exclamation of joy. The guardsmen turned, and saw Athos, his face livid with exhaustion, supporting himself with a trembling hand upon the gunwale of the boat. In an instant he was lifted in, and clasped in the arms of his friends.
"You are unhurt?" said D'Artagnan.
"Yes," replied Athos. "And Mordaunt?"
"Oh! thank God, he is dead at last. Look yonder."
And D'Artagnan forced Athos to look in the direction he pointed out, where the body of Mordaunt, tossed upon the wave, seemed to pursue the friends with a look of insult and mortal hate.
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