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Soon
after
she
heard
lighter
steps
than
those
of
the
sentinel
,
which
came
from
the
end
of
the
corridor
and
stopped
before
her
door
.
"
It
is
he
,
"
said
she
.
And
she
began
the
same
religious
chant
which
had
so
strongly
excited
Felton
the
evening
before
.
But
although
her
voice
--
sweet
,
full
,
and
sonorous
--
vibrated
as
harmoniously
and
as
affectingly
as
ever
,
the
door
remained
shut
.
It
appeared
however
to
Milady
that
in
one
of
the
furtive
glances
she
darted
from
time
to
time
at
the
grating
of
the
door
she
thought
she
saw
the
ardent
eyes
of
the
young
man
through
the
narrow
opening
.
But
whether
this
was
reality
or
vision
,
he
had
this
time
sufficient
self-command
not
to
enter
.
However
,
a
few
instants
after
she
had
finished
her
religious
song
,
Milady
thought
she
heard
a
profound
sigh
.
Then
the
same
steps
she
had
heard
approach
slowly
withdrew
,
as
if
with
regret
.
The
next
day
,
when
Felton
entered
Milady
's
apartment
he
found
her
standing
,
mounted
upon
a
chair
,
holding
in
her
hands
a
cord
made
by
means
of
torn
cambric
handkerchiefs
,
twisted
into
a
kind
of
rope
one
with
another
,
and
tied
at
the
ends
.
At
the
noise
Felton
made
in
entering
,
Milady
leaped
lightly
to
the
ground
,
and
tried
to
conceal
behind
her
the
improvised
cord
she
held
in
her
hand
.
The
young
man
was
more
pale
than
usual
,
and
his
eyes
,
reddened
by
want
of
sleep
,
denoted
that
he
had
passed
a
feverish
night
.
Nevertheless
,
his
brow
was
armed
with
a
severity
more
austere
than
ever
.
He
advanced
slowly
toward
Milady
,
who
had
seated
herself
,
and
taking
an
end
of
the
murderous
rope
which
by
neglect
,
or
perhaps
by
design
,
she
allowed
to
be
seen
,
"
What
is
this
,
madame
?
"
he
asked
coldly
.
"
That
?
Nothing
,
"
said
Milady
,
smiling
with
that
painful
expression
which
she
knew
so
well
how
to
give
to
her
smile
.
"
Ennui
is
the
mortal
enemy
of
prisoners
;
I
had
ennui
,
and
I
amused
myself
with
twisting
that
rope
.
"
Felton
turned
his
eyes
toward
the
part
of
the
wall
of
the
apartment
before
which
he
had
found
Milady
standing
in
the
armchair
in
which
she
was
now
seated
,
and
over
her
head
he
perceived
a
gilt-headed
screw
,
fixed
in
the
wall
for
the
purpose
of
hanging
up
clothes
or
weapons
.
He
started
,
and
the
prisoner
saw
that
start
--
for
though
her
eyes
were
cast
down
,
nothing
escaped
her
.
