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.
Un suspiro escapó de la boca de la señora Bonacieux rozando la de D'Artagnan; aquel suspiro era aquella alma tan casta y tan amante que subía al cielo.