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These
words
were
pronounced
with
the
most
exact
politeness
and
the
most
perfect
calmness
.
Nevertheless
,
they
had
not
the
power
of
convincing
Milady
.
"
But
I
am
not
a
foreigner
,
sir
,
"
said
she
,
with
an
accent
as
pure
as
ever
was
heard
between
Portsmouth
and
Manchester
;
"
my
name
is
Lady
Clarik
,
and
this
measure
--
"
"
This
measure
is
general
,
madame
;
and
you
will
seek
in
vain
to
evade
it
.
"
"
I
will
follow
you
,
then
,
sir
.
"
Accepting
the
hand
of
the
officer
,
she
began
the
descent
of
the
ladder
,
at
the
foot
of
which
the
boat
waited
.
The
officer
followed
her
.
A
large
cloak
was
spread
at
the
stern
;
the
officer
requested
her
to
sit
down
upon
this
cloak
,
and
placed
himself
beside
her
.
"
Row
!
"
said
he
to
the
sailors
.
The
eight
oars
fell
at
once
into
the
sea
,
making
but
a
single
sound
,
giving
but
a
single
stroke
,
and
the
boat
seemed
to
fly
over
the
surface
of
the
water
.
In
five
minutes
they
gained
the
land
.
The
officer
leaped
to
the
pier
,
and
offered
his
hand
to
Milady
.
A
carriage
was
in
waiting
.
"
Is
this
carriage
for
us
?
"
asked
Milady
.
