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"
No
,
my
Lord
,
"
replied
the
impassive
young
man
;
"
your
Lordship
may
be
assured
that
it
requires
more
than
the
tricks
and
coquetry
of
a
woman
to
corrupt
me
.
"
"
In
that
case
,
my
brave
lieutenant
,
let
us
leave
Milady
to
find
out
something
else
,
and
go
to
supper
;
but
be
easy
!
She
has
a
fruitful
imagination
,
and
the
second
act
of
the
comedy
will
not
delay
its
steps
after
the
first
.
"
And
at
these
words
Lord
de
Winter
passed
his
arm
through
that
of
Felton
,
and
led
him
out
,
laughing
.
"
Oh
,
I
will
be
a
match
for
you
!
"
murmured
Milady
,
between
her
teeth
;
"
be
assured
of
that
,
you
poor
spoiled
monk
,
you
poor
converted
soldier
,
who
has
cut
his
uniform
out
of
a
monk
's
frock
!
"
"
By
the
way
,
"
resumed
de
Winter
,
stopping
at
the
threshold
of
the
door
,
"
you
must
not
,
Milady
,
let
this
check
take
away
your
appetite
.
Taste
that
fowl
and
those
fish
.
On
my
honor
,
they
are
not
poisoned
.
I
have
a
very
good
cook
,
and
he
is
not
to
be
my
heir
;
I
have
full
and
perfect
confidence
in
him
.
Do
as
I
do
.
Adieu
,
dear
sister
,
till
your
next
swoon
!
"
This
was
all
that
Milady
could
endure
.
Her
hands
clutched
her
armchair
;
she
ground
her
teeth
inwardly
;
her
eyes
followed
the
motion
of
the
door
as
it
closed
behind
Lord
de
Winter
and
Felton
,
and
the
moment
she
was
alone
a
fresh
fit
of
despair
seized
her
.
She
cast
her
eyes
upon
the
table
,
saw
the
glittering
of
a
knife
,
rushed
toward
it
and
clutched
it
;
but
her
disappointment
was
cruel
.
The
blade
was
round
,
and
of
flexible
silver
.
A
burst
of
laughter
resounded
from
the
other
side
of
the
ill-closed
door
,
and
the
door
reopened
.
"
Ha
,
ha
!
"
cried
Lord
de
Winter
;
"
ha
,
ha
!
Do
n't
you
see
,
my
brave
Felton
;
do
n't
you
see
what
I
told
you
?
That
knife
was
for
you
,
my
lad
;
she
would
have
killed
you
.
Observe
,
this
is
one
of
her
peculiarities
,
to
get
rid
thus
,
after
one
fashion
or
another
,
of
all
the
people
who
bother
her
.
If
I
had
listened
to
you
,
the
knife
would
have
been
pointed
and
of
steel
.
Then
no
more
of
Felton
;
she
would
have
cut
your
throat
,
and
after
that
everybody
else
's
.
See
,
John
,
see
how
well
she
knows
how
to
handle
a
knife
.
"
In
fact
,
Milady
still
held
the
harmless
weapon
in
her
clenched
hand
;
but
these
last
words
,
this
supreme
insult
,
relaxed
her
hands
,
her
strength
,
and
even
her
will
.
The
knife
fell
to
the
ground
.
