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"
Swear
.
"
"
I
swear
it
,
by
our
God
Are
you
satisfied
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Felton
,
"
till
tonight
.
"
And
he
darted
out
of
the
room
,
shut
the
door
,
and
waited
in
the
corridor
,
the
soldier
's
half-pike
in
his
hand
,
and
as
if
he
had
mounted
guard
in
his
place
.
The
soldier
returned
,
and
Felton
gave
him
back
his
weapon
.
Then
,
through
the
grating
to
which
she
had
drawn
near
,
Milady
saw
the
young
man
make
a
sign
with
delirious
fervor
,
and
depart
in
an
apparent
transport
of
joy
.
As
for
her
,
she
returned
to
her
place
with
a
smile
of
savage
contempt
upon
her
lips
,
and
repeated
,
blaspheming
,
that
terrible
name
of
God
,
by
whom
she
had
just
sworn
without
ever
having
learned
to
know
Him
.
"
My
God
,
"
said
she
,
"
what
a
senseless
fanatic
!
My
God
,
it
is
I
--
I
--
and
this
fellow
who
will
help
me
to
avenge
myself
.
"
Milady
had
however
achieved
a
half-triumph
,
and
success
doubled
her
forces
.
