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Felton
only
expressed
,
with
regard
to
the
duke
,
the
feeling
of
execration
which
all
the
English
had
declared
toward
him
whom
the
Catholics
themselves
called
the
extortioner
,
the
pillager
,
the
debauchee
,
and
whom
the
Puritans
styled
simply
Satan
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
"
cried
Milady
;
"
when
I
supplicate
thee
to
pour
upon
this
man
the
chastisement
which
is
his
due
,
thou
knowest
it
is
not
my
own
vengeance
I
pursue
,
but
the
deliverance
of
a
whole
nation
that
I
implore
!
"
"
Do
you
know
him
,
then
?
"
asked
Felton
.
"
At
length
he
interrogates
me
!
"
said
Milady
to
herself
,
at
the
height
of
joy
at
having
obtained
so
quickly
such
a
great
result
.
"
Oh
,
know
him
?
Yes
,
yes
!
to
my
misfortune
,
to
my
eternal
misfortune
!
"
and
Milady
twisted
her
arms
as
if
in
a
paroxysm
of
grief
.
Felton
no
doubt
felt
within
himself
that
his
strength
was
abandoning
him
,
and
he
made
several
steps
toward
the
door
;
but
the
prisoner
,
whose
eye
never
left
him
,
sprang
in
pursuit
of
him
and
stopped
him
.
"
Sir
,
"
cried
she
,
"
be
kind
,
be
clement
,
listen
to
my
prayer
!
That
knife
,
which
the
fatal
prudence
of
the
baron
deprived
me
of
,
because
he
knows
the
use
I
would
make
of
it
!
Oh
,
hear
me
to
the
end
!
that
knife
,
give
it
to
me
for
a
minute
only
,
for
mercy
's
,
for
pity
's
sake
!
I
will
embrace
your
knees
!
You
shall
shut
the
door
that
you
may
be
certain
I
contemplate
no
injury
to
you
!
My
God
!
to
you
--
the
only
just
,
good
,
and
compassionate
being
I
have
met
with
!
To
you
--
my
preserver
,
perhaps
!
One
minute
that
knife
,
one
minute
,
a
single
minute
,
and
I
will
restore
it
to
you
through
the
grating
of
the
door
.
Only
one
minute
,
Mr.
Felton
,
and
you
will
have
saved
my
honor
!
"
"
To
kill
yourself
?
"
cried
Felton
,
with
terror
,
forgetting
to
withdraw
his
hands
from
the
hands
of
the
prisoner
,
"
to
kill
yourself
?
"
"
I
have
told
,
sir
,
"
murmured
Milady
,
lowering
her
voice
,
and
allowing
herself
to
sink
overpowered
to
the
ground
;
"
I
have
told
my
secret
!
He
knows
all
!
My
God
,
I
am
lost
!
"
Felton
remained
standing
,
motionless
and
undecided
.
"
He
still
doubts
,
"
thought
Milady
;
"
I
have
not
been
earnest
enough
.
"
