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"
I
beg
you
to
understand
,
sir
,
I
will
go
no
farther
unless
you
tell
me
whither
you
are
taking
me
.
"
This
threat
brought
no
reply
.
"
Oh
,
this
is
too
much
,
"
cried
Milady
.
"
Help
!
help
!
"
No
voice
replied
to
hers
;
the
carriage
continued
to
roll
on
with
rapidity
;
the
officer
seemed
a
statue
.
Milady
looked
at
the
officer
with
one
of
those
terrible
expressions
peculiar
to
her
countenance
,
and
which
so
rarely
failed
of
their
effect
;
anger
made
her
eyes
flash
in
the
darkness
.
The
young
man
remained
immovable
.
Milady
tried
to
open
the
door
in
order
to
throw
herself
out
.
"
Take
care
,
madame
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
coolly
,
"
you
will
kill
yourself
in
jumping
.
"
Milady
reseated
herself
,
foaming
.
The
officer
leaned
forward
,
looked
at
her
in
his
turn
,
and
appeared
surprised
to
see
that
face
,
just
before
so
beautiful
,
distorted
with
passion
and
almost
hideous
.
The
artful
creature
at
once
comprehended
that
she
was
injuring
herself
by
allowing
him
thus
to
read
her
soul
;
she
collected
her
features
,
and
in
a
complaining
voice
said
:
"
In
the
name
of
heaven
,
sir
,
tell
me
if
it
is
to
you
,
if
it
is
to
your
government
,
if
it
is
to
an
enemy
I
am
to
attribute
the
violence
that
is
done
me
?
"
