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"
I
will
be
silent
,
then
,
"
said
Milady
,
casting
down
her
eyes
with
all
the
sweetness
she
could
give
to
her
voice
,
with
all
the
resignation
she
could
impress
upon
her
manner
.
"
No
,
no
,
madame
,
"
said
Felton
,
"
only
do
not
sing
so
loud
,
particularly
at
night
.
"
And
at
these
words
Felton
,
feeling
that
he
could
not
long
maintain
his
severity
toward
his
prisoner
,
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
"
You
have
done
right
,
Lieutenant
,
"
said
the
soldier
.
"
Such
songs
disturb
the
mind
;
and
yet
we
become
accustomed
to
them
,
her
voice
is
so
beautiful
.
"
Felton
had
fallen
;
but
there
was
still
another
step
to
be
taken
.
He
must
be
retained
,
or
rather
he
must
be
left
quite
alone
;
and
Milady
but
obscurely
perceived
the
means
which
could
lead
to
this
result
.
Still
more
must
be
done
.
He
must
be
made
to
speak
,
in
order
that
he
might
be
spoken
to
--
for
Milady
very
well
knew
that
her
greatest
seduction
was
in
her
voice
,
which
so
skillfully
ran
over
the
whole
gamut
of
tones
from
human
speech
to
language
celestial
.
Yet
in
spite
of
all
this
seduction
Milady
might
fail
--
for
Felton
was
forewarned
,
and
that
against
the
least
chance
.
From
that
moment
she
watched
all
his
actions
,
all
his
words
,
from
the
simplest
glance
of
his
eyes
to
his
gestures
--
even
to
a
breath
that
could
be
interpreted
as
a
sigh
.
In
short
,
she
studied
everything
,
as
a
skillful
comedian
does
to
whom
a
new
part
has
been
assigned
in
a
line
to
which
he
is
not
accustomed
.
Face
to
face
with
Lord
de
Winter
her
plan
of
conduct
was
more
easy
.
She
had
laid
that
down
the
preceding
evening
.
To
remain
silent
and
dignified
in
his
presence
;
from
time
to
time
to
irritate
him
by
affected
disdain
,
by
a
contemptuous
word
;
to
provoke
him
to
threats
and
violence
which
would
produce
a
contrast
with
her
own
resignation
--
such
was
her
plan
.
Felton
would
see
all
;
perhaps
he
would
say
nothing
,
but
he
would
see
.
In
the
morning
,
Felton
came
as
usual
;
but
Milady
allowed
him
to
preside
over
all
the
preparations
for
breakfast
without
addressing
a
word
to
him
.
At
the
moment
when
he
was
about
to
retire
,
she
was
cheered
with
a
ray
of
hope
,
for
she
thought
he
was
about
to
speak
;
but
his
lips
moved
without
any
sound
leaving
his
mouth
,
and
making
a
powerful
effort
to
control
himself
,
he
sent
back
to
his
heart
the
words
that
were
about
to
escape
from
his
lips
,
and
went
out
.
Toward
midday
,
Lord
de
Winter
entered
.
