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"
Infamous
task
!
impious
task
!
"
cried
Milady
,
with
the
exultation
of
a
victim
who
provokes
his
judge
.
"
My
word
,
"
said
de
Winter
,
rising
,
"
I
think
the
hussy
is
going
mad
!
Come
,
come
,
calm
yourself
,
Madame
Puritan
,
or
I
'll
remove
you
to
a
dungeon
.
It
's
my
Spanish
wine
that
has
got
into
your
head
,
is
it
not
?
But
never
mind
;
that
sort
of
intoxication
is
not
dangerous
,
and
will
have
no
bad
effects
.
"
And
Lord
de
Winter
retired
swearing
,
which
at
that
period
was
a
very
knightly
habit
.
Felton
was
indeed
behind
the
door
,
and
had
not
lost
one
word
of
this
scene
.
Milady
had
guessed
aright
.
"
Yes
,
go
,
go
!
"
said
she
to
her
brother
;
"
the
effects
ARE
drawing
near
,
on
the
contrary
;
but
you
,
weak
fool
,
will
not
see
them
until
it
is
too
late
to
shun
them
.
"
Silence
was
re-established
.
Two
hours
passed
away
.
Milady
's
supper
was
brought
in
,
and
she
was
found
deeply
engaged
in
saying
her
prayers
aloud
--
prayers
which
she
had
learned
of
an
old
servant
of
her
second
husband
,
a
most
austere
Puritan
.
She
appeared
to
be
in
ecstasy
,
and
did
not
pay
the
least
attention
to
what
was
going
on
around
her
.
Felton
made
a
sign
that
she
should
not
be
disturbed
;
and
when
all
was
arranged
,
he
went
out
quietly
with
the
soldiers
.
Milady
knew
she
might
be
watched
,
so
she
continued
her
prayers
to
the
end
;
and
it
appeared
to
her
that
the
soldier
who
was
on
duty
at
her
door
did
not
march
with
the
same
step
,
and
seemed
to
listen
.
For
the
moment
she
wished
nothing
better
.
She
arose
,
came
to
the
table
,
ate
but
little
,
and
drank
only
water
.
An
hour
after
,
her
table
was
cleared
;
but
Milady
remarked
that
this
time
Felton
did
not
accompany
the
soldiers
.
He
feared
,
then
,
to
see
her
too
often
.
She
turned
toward
the
wall
to
smile
--
for
there
was
in
this
smile
such
an
expression
of
triumph
that
this
smile
alone
would
have
betrayed
her
.
