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This
time
Felton
,
immovable
as
he
was
,
or
appeared
to
be
,
could
not
resist
the
secret
influence
which
had
already
taken
possession
of
him
.
To
see
this
woman
,
so
beautiful
,
fair
as
the
brightest
vision
,
to
see
her
by
turns
overcome
with
grief
and
threatening
;
to
resist
at
once
the
ascendancy
of
grief
and
beauty
--
it
was
too
much
for
a
visionary
;
it
was
too
much
for
a
brain
weakened
by
the
ardent
dreams
of
an
ecstatic
faith
;
it
was
too
much
for
a
heart
furrowed
by
the
love
of
heaven
that
burns
,
by
the
hatred
of
men
that
devours
.
Milady
saw
the
trouble
.
She
felt
by
intuition
the
flame
of
the
opposing
passions
which
burned
with
the
blood
in
the
veins
of
the
young
fanatic
.
As
a
skillful
general
,
seeing
the
enemy
ready
to
surrender
,
marches
toward
him
with
a
cry
of
victory
,
she
rose
,
beautiful
as
an
antique
priestess
,
inspired
like
a
Christian
virgin
,
her
arms
extended
,
her
throat
uncovered
,
her
hair
disheveled
,
holding
with
one
hand
her
robe
modestly
drawn
over
her
breast
,
her
look
illumined
by
that
fire
which
had
already
created
such
disorder
in
the
veins
of
the
young
Puritan
,
and
went
toward
him
,
crying
out
with
a
vehement
air
,
and
in
her
melodious
voice
,
to
which
on
this
occasion
she
communicated
a
terrible
energy
:
"
Let
this
victim
to
Baal
be
sent
,
To
the
lions
the
martyr
be
thrown
!
Thy
God
shall
teach
thee
to
repent
!
From
th
'
abyss
he
'll
give
ear
to
my
moan
.
"
Felton
stood
before
this
strange
apparition
like
one
petrified
.
"
Who
art
thou
?
Who
art
thou
?
"
cried
he
,
clasping
his
hands
.
"
Art
thou
a
messenger
from
God
;
art
thou
a
minister
from
hell
;
art
thou
an
angel
or
a
demon
;
callest
thou
thyself
Eloa
or
Astarte
?
"
"
Do
you
not
know
me
,
Felton
?
I
am
neither
an
angel
nor
a
demon
;
I
am
a
daughter
of
earth
,
I
am
a
sister
of
thy
faith
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
said
Felton
,
"
I
doubted
,
but
now
I
believe
.
"
"
You
believe
,
and
still
you
are
an
accomplice
of
that
child
of
Belial
who
is
called
Lord
de
Winter
!
You
believe
,
and
yet
you
leave
me
in
the
hands
of
mine
enemies
,
of
the
enemy
of
England
,
of
the
enemy
of
God
!
You
believe
,
and
yet
you
deliver
me
up
to
him
who
fills
and
defiles
the
world
with
his
heresies
and
debaucheries
--
to
that
infamous
Sardanapalus
whom
the
blind
call
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
and
whom
believers
name
Antichrist
!
"
"
I
deliver
you
up
to
Buckingham
?
I
?
what
mean
you
by
that
?
"
