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Our
Gascon
promised
this
without
risk
,
for
he
knew
all
that
was
meant
.
"
I
love
your
devotedness
,
"
said
Milady
.
"
Alas
,
do
you
love
nothing
else
in
me
?
"
asked
d'Artagnan
.
"
I
love
you
also
,
YOU
!
"
said
she
,
taking
his
hand
.
The
warm
pressure
made
d'Artagnan
tremble
,
as
if
by
the
touch
that
fever
which
consumed
Milady
attacked
himself
.
"
You
love
me
,
you
!
"
cried
he
.
"
Oh
,
if
that
were
so
,
I
should
lose
my
reason
!
"
And
he
folded
her
in
his
arms
.
She
made
no
effort
to
remove
her
lips
from
his
kisses
;
only
she
did
not
respond
to
them
.
Her
lips
were
cold
;
it
appeared
to
d'Artagnan
that
he
had
embraced
a
statue
.
He
was
not
the
less
intoxicated
with
joy
,
electrified
by
love
.
He
almost
believed
in
the
tenderness
of
Milady
;
he
almost
believed
in
the
crime
of
de
Wardes
.
If
de
Wardes
had
at
that
moment
been
under
his
hand
,
he
would
have
killed
him
.
Milady
seized
the
occasion
.
"
His
name
is
--
"
said
she
,
in
her
turn
.
