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He
recalled
to
his
mind
the
details
of
the
first
night
,
and
with
a
beating
heart
and
a
brain
on
fire
he
re-entered
the
hotel
and
flew
toward
Kitty
's
chamber
.
The
poor
girl
,
pale
as
death
and
trembling
in
all
her
limbs
,
wished
to
delay
her
lover
;
but
Milady
,
with
her
ear
on
the
watch
,
had
heard
the
noise
d'Artagnan
had
made
,
and
opening
the
door
,
said
,
"
Come
in
.
"
All
this
was
of
such
incredible
immodesty
,
of
such
monstrous
effrontery
,
that
d'Artagnan
could
scarcely
believe
what
he
saw
or
what
he
heard
.
He
imagined
himself
to
be
drawn
into
one
of
those
fantastic
intrigues
one
meets
in
dreams
.
He
,
however
,
darted
not
the
less
quickly
toward
Milady
,
yielding
to
that
magnetic
attraction
which
the
loadstone
exercises
over
iron
.
As
the
door
closed
after
them
Kitty
rushed
toward
it
.
Jealousy
,
fury
,
offended
pride
,
all
the
passions
in
short
that
dispute
the
heart
of
an
outraged
woman
in
love
,
urged
her
to
make
a
revelation
;
but
she
reflected
that
she
would
be
totally
lost
if
she
confessed
having
assisted
in
such
a
machination
,
and
above
all
,
that
d'Artagnan
would
also
be
lost
to
her
forever
.
This
last
thought
of
love
counseled
her
to
make
this
last
sacrifice
.
D'Artagnan
,
on
his
part
,
had
gained
the
summit
of
all
his
wishes
.
It
was
no
longer
a
rival
who
was
beloved
;
it
was
himself
who
was
apparently
beloved
.
A
secret
voice
whispered
to
him
,
at
the
bottom
of
his
heart
,
that
he
was
but
an
instrument
of
vengeance
,
that
he
was
only
caressed
till
he
had
given
death
;
but
pride
,
but
self-love
,
but
madness
silenced
this
voice
and
stifled
its
murmurs
.
And
then
our
Gascon
,
with
that
large
quantity
of
conceit
which
we
know
he
possessed
,
compared
himself
with
de
Wardes
,
and
asked
himself
why
,
after
all
,
he
should
not
be
beloved
for
himself
?
He
was
absorbed
entirely
by
the
sensations
of
the
moment
.
Milady
was
no
longer
for
him
that
woman
of
fatal
intentions
who
had
for
a
moment
terrified
him
;
she
was
an
ardent
,
passionate
mistress
,
abandoning
herself
to
love
which
she
also
seemed
to
feel
.
Two
hours
thus
glided
away
.
When
the
transports
of
the
two
lovers
were
calmer
,
Milady
,
who
had
not
the
same
motives
for
forgetfulness
that
d'Artagnan
had
,
was
the
first
to
return
to
reality
,
and
asked
the
young
man
if
the
means
which
were
on
the
morrow
to
bring
on
the
encounter
between
him
and
de
Wardes
were
already
arranged
in
his
mind
.
But
d'Artagnan
,
whose
ideas
had
taken
quite
another
course
,
forgot
himself
like
a
fool
,
and
answered
gallantly
that
it
was
too
late
to
think
about
duels
and
sword
thrusts
.
This
coldness
toward
the
only
interests
that
occupied
her
mind
terrified
Milady
,
whose
questions
became
more
pressing
.
Then
d'Artagnan
,
who
had
never
seriously
thought
of
this
impossible
duel
,
endeavored
to
turn
the
conversation
;
but
he
could
not
succeed
.
Milady
kept
him
within
the
limits
she
had
traced
beforehand
with
her
irresistible
spirit
and
her
iron
will
.
