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Milady
dreamed
that
she
at
length
had
d'Artagnan
in
her
power
,
that
she
was
present
at
his
execution
;
and
it
was
the
sight
of
his
odious
blood
,
flowing
beneath
the
ax
of
the
headsman
,
which
spread
that
charming
smile
upon
her
lips
.
She
slept
as
a
prisoner
sleeps
,
rocked
by
his
first
hope
.
In
the
morning
,
when
they
entered
her
chamber
she
was
still
in
bed
.
Felton
remained
in
the
corridor
.
He
brought
with
him
the
woman
of
whom
he
had
spoken
the
evening
before
,
and
who
had
just
arrived
;
this
woman
entered
,
and
approaching
Milady
's
bed
,
offered
her
services
.
Milady
was
habitually
pale
;
her
complexion
might
therefore
deceive
a
person
who
saw
her
for
the
first
time
.
"
I
am
in
a
fever
,
"
said
she
;
"
I
have
not
slept
a
single
instant
during
all
this
long
night
.
I
suffer
horribly
.
Are
you
likely
to
be
more
humane
to
me
than
others
were
yesterday
?
All
I
ask
is
permission
to
remain
abed
.
"
"
Would
you
like
to
have
a
physician
called
?
"
said
the
woman
.
Felton
listened
to
this
dialogue
without
speaking
a
word
.
Milady
reflected
that
the
more
people
she
had
around
her
the
more
she
would
have
to
work
upon
,
and
Lord
de
Winter
would
redouble
his
watch
.
Besides
,
the
physician
might
declare
the
ailment
feigned
;
and
Milady
,
after
having
lost
the
first
trick
,
was
not
willing
to
lose
the
second
.
"
Go
and
fetch
a
physician
?
"
said
she
.
"
What
could
be
the
good
of
that
?
These
gentlemen
declared
yesterday
that
my
illness
was
a
comedy
;
it
would
be
just
the
same
today
,
no
doubt
--
for
since
yesterday
evening
they
have
had
plenty
of
time
to
send
for
a
doctor
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Felton
,
who
became
impatient
,
"
say
yourself
,
madame
,
what
treatment
you
wish
followed
.
"
