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"
Confide
my
shame
to
you
,
"
cried
Milady
,
with
the
blush
of
modesty
upon
her
countenance
,
"
for
often
the
crime
of
one
becomes
the
shame
of
another
--
confide
my
shame
to
you
,
a
man
,
and
I
a
woman
?
Oh
,
"
continued
she
,
placing
her
hand
modestly
over
her
beautiful
eyes
,
"
never
!
never
!
--
I
could
not
!
"
"
To
me
,
to
a
brother
?
"
said
Felton
.
Milady
looked
at
him
for
some
time
with
an
expression
which
the
young
man
took
for
doubt
,
but
which
,
however
,
was
nothing
but
observation
,
or
rather
the
wish
to
fascinate
.
Felton
,
in
his
turn
a
suppliant
,
clasped
his
hands
.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
said
Milady
,
"
I
confide
in
my
brother
;
I
will
dare
to
--
"
At
this
moment
the
steps
of
Lord
de
Winter
were
heard
;
but
this
time
the
terrible
brother-in-law
of
Milady
did
not
content
himself
,
as
on
the
preceding
day
,
with
passing
before
the
door
and
going
away
again
.
He
paused
,
exchanged
two
words
with
the
sentinel
;
then
the
door
opened
,
and
he
appeared
.
During
the
exchange
of
these
two
words
Felton
drew
back
quickly
,
and
when
Lord
de
Winter
entered
,
he
was
several
paces
from
the
prisoner
.
The
baron
entered
slowly
,
sending
a
scrutinizing
glance
from
Milady
to
the
young
officer
.
"
You
have
been
here
a
very
long
time
,
John
,
"
said
he
.
"
Has
this
woman
been
relating
her
crimes
to
you
?
In
that
case
I
can
comprehend
the
length
of
the
conversation
.
"
