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"
What
,
Milady
!
has
he
not
come
?
"
said
Kitty
.
"
Can
he
be
inconstant
before
being
happy
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
he
must
have
been
prevented
by
Monsieur
de
Treville
or
Monsieur
Dessessart
.
I
understand
my
game
,
Kitty
;
I
have
this
one
safe
.
"
"
What
will
you
do
with
him
,
madame
?
"
"
What
will
I
do
with
him
?
Be
easy
,
Kitty
,
there
is
something
between
that
man
and
me
that
he
is
quite
ignorant
of
:
he
nearly
made
me
lose
my
credit
with
his
Eminence
.
Oh
,
I
will
be
revenged
!
"
"
I
believed
that
Madame
loved
him
.
"
"
I
love
him
?
I
detest
him
!
An
idiot
,
who
held
the
life
of
Lord
de
Winter
in
his
hands
and
did
not
kill
him
,
by
which
I
missed
three
hundred
thousand
livres
'
income
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Kitty
;
"
your
son
was
the
only
heir
of
his
uncle
,
and
until
his
majority
you
would
have
had
the
enjoyment
of
his
fortune
.
"
D'Artagnan
shuddered
to
the
marrow
at
hearing
this
suave
creature
reproach
him
,
with
that
sharp
voice
which
she
took
such
pains
to
conceal
in
conversation
,
for
not
having
killed
a
man
whom
he
had
seen
load
her
with
kindnesses
.
"
For
all
this
,
"
continued
Milady
,
"
I
should
long
ago
have
revenged
myself
on
him
if
,
and
I
do
n't
know
why
,
the
cardinal
had
not
requested
me
to
conciliate
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
;
but
Madame
has
not
conciliated
that
little
woman
he
was
so
fond
of
.
"
