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Someone
was
heard
in
the
corridor
;
Milady
recognized
the
step
of
Lord
de
Winter
.
Felton
recognized
it
also
,
and
made
a
step
toward
the
door
.
Milady
sprang
toward
him
.
"
Oh
,
not
a
word
,
"
said
she
in
a
concentrated
voice
,
"
not
a
word
of
all
that
I
have
said
to
you
to
this
man
,
or
I
am
lost
,
and
it
would
be
you
--
you
--
"
Then
as
the
steps
drew
near
,
she
became
silent
for
fear
of
being
heard
,
applying
,
with
a
gesture
of
infinite
terror
,
her
beautiful
hand
to
Felton
's
mouth
.
Felton
gently
repulsed
Milady
,
and
she
sank
into
a
chair
.
Lord
de
Winter
passed
before
the
door
without
stopping
,
and
they
heard
the
noise
of
his
footsteps
soon
die
away
.
Felton
,
as
pale
as
death
,
remained
some
instants
with
his
ear
bent
and
listening
;
then
,
when
the
sound
was
quite
extinct
,
he
breathed
like
a
man
awaking
from
a
dream
,
and
rushed
out
of
the
apartment
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Milady
,
listening
in
her
turn
to
the
noise
of
Felton
's
steps
,
which
withdrew
in
a
direction
opposite
to
those
of
Lord
de
Winter
;
"
at
length
you
are
mine
!
"
Then
her
brow
darkened
.
"
If
he
tells
the
baron
,
"
said
she
,
"
I
am
lost
--
for
the
baron
,
who
knows
very
well
that
I
shall
not
kill
myself
,
will
place
me
before
him
with
a
knife
in
my
hand
,
and
he
will
discover
that
all
this
despair
is
but
acted
.
"
