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At
the
moment
a
great
jingling
of
spurs
was
heard
on
the
stairs
.
Some
voices
passed
and
faded
away
,
and
the
sound
of
a
single
footstep
approached
the
door
.
"
That
person
is
here
,
madame
,
"
said
the
officer
,
leaving
the
entrance
open
,
and
drawing
himself
up
in
an
attitude
of
respect
.
At
the
same
time
the
door
opened
;
a
man
appeared
on
the
threshold
.
He
was
without
a
hat
,
carried
a
sword
,
and
flourished
a
handkerchief
in
his
hand
.
Milady
thought
she
recognized
this
shadow
in
the
gloom
;
she
supported
herself
with
one
hand
upon
the
arm
of
the
chair
,
and
advanced
her
head
as
if
to
meet
a
certainty
.
The
stranger
advanced
slowly
,
and
as
he
advanced
,
after
entering
into
the
circle
of
light
projected
by
the
lamp
,
Milady
involuntarily
drew
back
.
Then
when
she
had
no
longer
any
doubt
,
she
cried
,
in
a
state
of
stupor
,
"
What
,
my
brother
,
is
it
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
fair
lady
!
"
replied
Lord
de
Winter
,
making
a
bow
,
half
courteous
,
half
ironical
;
"
it
is
I
,
myself
.
"
"
But
this
castle
,
then
?
"
"
Is
mine
.
"
"
This
chamber
?
"
