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The
door
opened
gently
;
the
beautiful
supplicant
pretended
not
to
hear
the
noise
,
and
in
a
voice
broken
by
tears
,
she
continued
:
"
God
of
vengeance
!
God
of
goodness
!
wilt
thou
allow
the
frightful
projects
of
this
man
to
be
accomplished
?
"
Then
only
she
pretended
to
hear
the
sound
of
Felton
's
steps
,
and
rising
quick
as
thought
,
she
blushed
,
as
if
ashamed
of
being
surprised
on
her
knees
.
"
I
do
not
like
to
disturb
those
who
pray
,
madame
,
"
said
Felton
,
seriously
;
"
do
not
disturb
yourself
on
my
account
,
I
beseech
you
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
I
was
praying
,
sir
?
"
said
Milady
,
in
a
voice
broken
by
sobs
.
"
You
were
deceived
,
sir
;
I
was
not
praying
.
"
"
Do
you
think
,
then
,
madame
,
"
replied
Felton
,
in
the
same
serious
voice
,
but
with
a
milder
tone
,
"
do
you
think
I
assume
the
right
of
preventing
a
creature
from
prostrating
herself
before
her
Creator
?
God
forbid
!
Besides
,
repentance
becomes
the
guilty
;
whatever
crimes
they
may
have
committed
,
for
me
the
guilty
are
sacred
at
the
feet
of
God
!
"
"
Guilty
?
I
?
"
said
Milady
,
with
a
smile
which
might
have
disarmed
the
angel
of
the
last
judgment
.
"
Guilty
?
Oh
,
my
God
,
thou
knowest
whether
I
am
guilty
!
Say
I
am
condemned
,
sir
,
if
you
please
;
but
you
know
that
God
,
who
loves
martyrs
,
sometimes
permits
the
innocent
to
be
condemned
.
"
"
Were
you
condemned
,
were
you
innocent
,
were
you
a
martyr
,
"
replied
Felton
,
"
the
greater
would
be
the
necessity
for
prayer
;
and
I
myself
would
aid
you
with
my
prayers
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
a
just
man
!
"
cried
Milady
,
throwing
herself
at
his
feet
.
"
I
can
hold
out
no
longer
,
for
I
fear
I
shall
be
wanting
in
strength
at
the
moment
when
I
shall
be
forced
to
undergo
the
struggle
,
and
confess
my
faith
.
Listen
,
then
,
to
the
supplication
of
a
despairing
woman
.
You
are
abused
,
sir
;
but
that
is
not
the
question
.
I
only
ask
you
one
favor
;
and
if
you
grant
it
me
,
I
will
bless
you
in
this
world
and
in
the
next
.
"
"
Speak
to
the
master
,
madame
,
"
said
Felton
;
"
happily
I
am
neither
charged
with
the
power
of
pardoning
nor
punishing
.
It
is
upon
one
higher
placed
than
I
am
that
God
has
laid
this
responsibility
.
"
