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"
I
?
"
said
she
,
with
an
accent
of
disdain
in
unison
with
that
which
she
had
remarked
in
the
voice
of
the
young
officer
,
"
I
,
sir
?
MY
MASS
?
Lord
de
Winter
,
the
corrupted
Catholic
,
knows
very
well
that
I
am
not
of
his
religion
,
and
this
is
a
snare
he
wishes
to
lay
for
me
!
"
"
And
of
what
religion
are
you
,
then
,
madame
?
"
asked
Felton
,
with
an
astonishment
which
in
spite
of
the
empire
he
held
over
himself
he
could
not
entirely
conceal
.
"
I
will
tell
it
,
"
cried
Milady
,
with
a
feigned
exultation
,
"
on
the
day
when
I
shall
have
suffered
sufficiently
for
my
faith
.
"
The
look
of
Felton
revealed
to
Milady
the
full
extent
of
the
space
she
had
opened
for
herself
by
this
single
word
.
The
young
officer
,
however
,
remained
mute
and
motionless
;
his
look
alone
had
spoken
.
"
I
am
in
the
hands
of
my
enemies
,
"
continued
she
,
with
that
tone
of
enthusiasm
which
she
knew
was
familiar
to
the
Puritans
.
"
Well
,
let
my
God
save
me
,
or
let
me
perish
for
my
God
!
That
is
the
reply
I
beg
you
to
make
to
Lord
de
Winter
.
And
as
to
this
book
,
"
added
she
,
pointing
to
the
manual
with
her
finger
but
without
touching
it
,
as
if
she
must
be
contaminated
by
it
,
"
you
may
carry
it
back
and
make
use
of
it
yourself
,
for
doubtless
you
are
doubly
the
accomplice
of
Lord
de
Winter
--
the
accomplice
in
his
persecutions
,
the
accomplice
in
his
heresies
.
"
Felton
made
no
reply
,
took
the
book
with
the
same
appearance
of
repugnance
which
he
had
before
manifested
,
and
retired
pensively
.
Lord
de
Winter
came
toward
five
o'clock
in
the
evening
.
Milady
had
had
time
,
during
the
whole
day
,
to
trace
her
plan
of
conduct
.
She
received
him
like
a
woman
who
had
already
recovered
all
her
advantages
.
"
It
appears
,
"
said
the
baron
,
seating
himself
in
the
armchair
opposite
that
occupied
by
Milady
,
and
stretching
out
his
legs
carelessly
upon
the
hearth
,
"
it
appears
we
have
made
a
little
apostasy
!
"
