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"
They
have
eyes
,
"
cried
Milady
,
"
but
they
see
not
;
ears
have
they
,
but
they
hear
not
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
said
Felton
,
passing
his
hands
over
his
brow
,
covered
with
sweat
,
as
if
to
remove
his
last
doubt
.
"
Yes
,
I
recognize
the
voice
which
speaks
to
me
in
my
dreams
;
yes
,
I
recognize
the
features
of
the
angel
who
appears
to
me
every
night
,
crying
to
my
soul
,
which
can
not
sleep
:
'
Strike
,
save
England
,
save
thyself
--
for
thou
wilt
die
without
having
appeased
God
!
'
Speak
,
speak
!
"
cried
Felton
,
"
I
can
understand
you
now
.
"
A
flash
of
terrible
joy
,
but
rapid
as
thought
,
gleamed
from
the
eyes
of
Milady
.
However
fugitive
this
homicide
flash
,
Felton
saw
it
,
and
started
as
if
its
light
had
revealed
the
abysses
of
this
woman
's
heart
.
He
recalled
,
all
at
once
,
the
warnings
of
Lord
de
Winter
,
the
seductions
of
Milady
,
her
first
attempts
after
her
arrival
.
He
drew
back
a
step
,
and
hung
down
his
head
,
without
,
however
,
ceasing
to
look
at
her
,
as
if
,
fascinated
by
this
strange
creature
,
he
could
not
detach
his
eyes
from
her
eyes
.
Milady
was
not
a
woman
to
misunderstand
the
meaning
of
this
hesitation
.
Under
her
apparent
emotions
her
icy
coolness
never
abandoned
her
.
Before
Felton
replied
,
and
before
she
should
be
forced
to
resume
this
conversation
,
so
difficult
to
be
sustained
in
the
same
exalted
tone
,
she
let
her
hands
fall
;
and
as
if
the
weakness
of
the
woman
overpowered
the
enthusiasm
of
the
inspired
fanatic
,
she
said
:
"
But
no
,
it
is
not
for
me
to
be
the
Judith
to
deliver
Bethulia
from
this
Holofernes
.
The
sword
of
the
eternal
is
too
heavy
for
my
arm
.
Allow
me
,
then
,
to
avoid
dishonor
by
death
;
let
me
take
refuge
in
martyrdom
.
I
do
not
ask
you
for
liberty
,
as
a
guilty
one
would
,
nor
for
vengeance
,
as
would
a
pagan
.
Let
me
die
;
that
is
all
.
I
supplicate
you
,
I
implore
you
on
my
knees
--
let
me
die
,
and
my
last
sigh
shall
be
a
blessing
for
my
preserver
.
"
Hearing
that
voice
,
so
sweet
and
suppliant
,
seeing
that
look
,
so
timid
and
downcast
,
Felton
reproached
himself
.
By
degrees
the
enchantress
had
clothed
herself
with
that
magic
adornment
which
she
assumed
and
threw
aside
at
will
;
that
is
to
say
,
beauty
,
meekness
,
and
tears
--
and
above
all
,
the
irresistible
attraction
of
mystical
voluptuousness
,
the
most
devouring
of
all
voluptuousness
.
"
Alas
!
"
said
Felton
,
"
I
can
do
but
one
thing
,
which
is
to
pity
you
if
you
prove
to
me
you
are
a
victim
!
But
Lord
de
Winter
makes
cruel
accusations
against
you
.
You
are
a
Christian
;
you
are
my
sister
in
religion
.
I
feel
myself
drawn
toward
you
--
I
,
who
have
never
loved
anyone
but
my
benefactor
--
I
who
have
met
with
nothing
but
traitors
and
impious
men
.
But
you
,
madame
,
so
beautiful
in
reality
,
you
,
so
pure
in
appearance
,
must
have
committed
great
iniquities
for
Lord
de
Winter
to
pursue
you
thus
.
"
"
They
have
eyes
,
"
repeated
Milady
,
with
an
accent
of
indescribable
grief
,
"
but
they
see
not
;
ears
have
they
,
but
they
hear
not
.
"
"
But
,
"
cried
the
young
officer
,
"
speak
,
then
,
speak
!
"
