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"
You
must
be
Satan
!
"
cried
she
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
said
Athos
;
"
But
at
all
events
listen
well
to
this
.
Assassinate
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
or
cause
him
to
be
assassinated
--
I
care
very
little
about
that
!
I
do
n't
know
him
.
Besides
,
he
is
an
Englishman
.
But
do
not
touch
with
the
tip
of
your
finger
a
single
hair
of
d'Artagnan
,
who
is
a
faithful
friend
whom
I
love
and
defend
,
or
I
swear
to
you
by
the
head
of
my
father
the
crime
which
you
shall
have
endeavored
to
commit
,
or
shall
have
committed
,
shall
be
the
last
.
"
"
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
has
cruelly
insulted
me
,
"
said
Milady
,
in
a
hollow
tone
;
"
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
shall
die
!
"
"
Indeed
!
Is
it
possible
to
insult
you
,
madame
?
"
said
Athos
,
laughing
;
"
he
has
insulted
you
,
and
he
shall
die
!
"
"
He
shall
die
!
"
replied
Milady
;
"
she
first
,
and
he
afterward
.
"
Athos
was
seized
with
a
kind
of
vertigo
.
The
sight
of
this
creature
,
who
had
nothing
of
the
woman
about
her
,
recalled
awful
remembrances
.
He
thought
how
one
day
,
in
a
less
dangerous
situation
than
the
one
in
which
he
was
now
placed
,
he
had
already
endeavored
to
sacrifice
her
to
his
honor
.
His
desire
for
blood
returned
,
burning
his
brain
and
pervading
his
frame
like
a
raging
fever
;
he
arose
in
his
turn
,
reached
his
hand
to
his
belt
,
drew
forth
a
pistol
,
and
cocked
it
.
Milady
,
pale
as
a
corpse
,
endeavored
to
cry
out
;
but
her
swollen
tongue
could
utter
no
more
than
a
hoarse
sound
which
had
nothing
human
in
it
and
resembled
the
rattle
of
a
wild
beast
.
Motionless
against
the
dark
tapestry
,
with
her
hair
in
disorder
,
she
appeared
like
a
horrid
image
of
terror
.
Athos
slowly
raised
his
pistol
,
stretched
out
his
arm
so
that
the
weapon
almost
touched
Milady
's
forehead
,
and
then
,
in
a
voice
the
more
terrible
from
having
the
supreme
calmness
of
a
fixed
resolution
,
"
Madame
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
will
this
instant
deliver
to
me
the
paper
the
cardinal
signed
;
or
upon
my
soul
,
I
will
blow
your
brains
out
.
"
With
another
man
,
Milady
might
have
preserved
some
doubt
;
but
she
knew
Athos
.
Nevertheless
,
she
remained
motionless
.
