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"
Now
it
is
time
that
the
malady
should
be
over
,
"
said
she
;
"
let
me
rise
,
and
obtain
some
success
this
very
day
.
I
have
but
ten
days
,
and
this
evening
two
of
them
will
be
gone
.
"
In
the
morning
,
when
they
entered
Milady
's
chamber
they
had
brought
her
breakfast
.
Now
,
she
thought
,
they
could
not
long
delay
coming
to
clear
the
table
,
and
that
Felton
would
then
reappear
.
Milady
was
not
deceived
.
Felton
reappeared
,
and
without
observing
whether
Milady
had
or
had
not
touched
her
repast
,
made
a
sign
that
the
table
should
be
carried
out
of
the
room
,
it
having
been
brought
in
ready
spread
.
Felton
remained
behind
;
he
held
a
book
in
his
hand
.
Milady
,
reclining
in
an
armchair
near
the
chimney
,
beautiful
,
pale
,
and
resigned
,
looked
like
a
holy
virgin
awaiting
martyrdom
.
Felton
approached
her
,
and
said
,
"
Lord
de
Winter
,
who
is
a
Catholic
,
like
yourself
,
madame
,
thinking
that
the
deprivation
of
the
rites
and
ceremonies
of
your
church
might
be
painful
to
you
,
has
consented
that
you
should
read
every
day
the
ordinary
of
your
Mass
;
and
here
is
a
book
which
contains
the
ritual
.
"
At
the
manner
in
which
Felton
laid
the
book
upon
the
little
table
near
which
Milady
was
sitting
,
at
the
tone
in
which
he
pronounced
the
two
words
,
YOUR
MASS
,
at
the
disdainful
smile
with
which
he
accompanied
them
,
Milady
raised
her
head
,
and
looked
more
attentively
at
the
officer
.
By
that
plain
arrangement
of
the
hair
,
by
that
costume
of
extreme
simplicity
,
by
the
brow
polished
like
marble
and
as
hard
and
impenetrable
,
she
recognized
one
of
those
gloomy
Puritans
she
had
so
often
met
,
not
only
in
the
court
of
King
James
,
but
in
that
of
the
King
of
France
,
where
,
in
spite
of
the
remembrance
of
the
St.
Bartholomew
,
they
sometimes
came
to
seek
refuge
.
She
then
had
one
of
those
sudden
inspirations
which
only
people
of
genius
receive
in
great
crises
,
in
supreme
moments
which
are
to
decide
their
fortunes
or
their
lives
.
Those
two
words
,
YOUR
MASS
,
and
a
simple
glance
cast
upon
Felton
,
revealed
to
her
all
the
importance
of
the
reply
she
was
about
to
make
;
but
with
that
rapidity
of
intelligence
which
was
peculiar
to
her
,
this
reply
,
ready
arranged
,
presented
itself
to
her
lips
:
