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It
was
not
difficult
to
conquer
,
as
she
had
hitherto
done
,
men
prompt
to
let
themselves
be
seduced
,
and
whom
the
gallant
education
of
a
court
led
quickly
into
her
net
.
Milady
was
handsome
enough
not
to
find
much
resistance
on
the
part
of
the
flesh
,
and
she
was
sufficiently
skillful
to
prevail
over
all
the
obstacles
of
the
mind
.
But
this
time
she
had
to
contend
with
an
unpolished
nature
,
concentrated
and
insensible
by
force
of
austerity
.
Religion
and
its
observances
had
made
Felton
a
man
inaccessible
to
ordinary
seductions
.
There
fermented
in
that
sublimated
brain
plans
so
vast
,
projects
so
tumultuous
,
that
there
remained
no
room
for
any
capricious
or
material
love
--
that
sentiment
which
is
fed
by
leisure
and
grows
with
corruption
.
Milady
had
,
then
,
made
a
breach
by
her
false
virtue
in
the
opinion
of
a
man
horribly
prejudiced
against
her
,
and
by
her
beauty
in
the
heart
of
a
man
hitherto
chaste
and
pure
.
In
short
,
she
had
taken
the
measure
of
motives
hitherto
unknown
to
herself
,
through
this
experiment
,
made
upon
the
most
rebellious
subject
that
nature
and
religion
could
submit
to
her
study
.
Many
a
time
,
nevertheless
,
during
the
evening
she
despaired
of
fate
and
of
herself
.
She
did
not
invoke
God
,
we
very
well
know
,
but
she
had
faith
in
the
genius
of
evil
--
that
immense
sovereignty
which
reigns
in
all
the
details
of
human
life
,
and
by
which
,
as
in
the
Arabian
fable
,
a
single
pomegranate
seed
is
sufficient
to
reconstruct
a
ruined
world
.
Milady
,
being
well
prepared
for
the
reception
of
Felton
,
was
able
to
erect
her
batteries
for
the
next
day
.
She
knew
she
had
only
two
days
left
;
that
when
once
the
order
was
signed
by
Buckingham
--
and
Buckingham
would
sign
it
the
more
readily
from
its
bearing
a
false
name
,
and
he
could
not
,
therefore
,
recognize
the
woman
in
question
--
once
this
order
was
signed
,
we
say
,
the
baron
would
make
her
embark
immediately
,
and
she
knew
very
well
that
women
condemned
to
exile
employ
arms
much
less
powerful
in
their
seductions
than
the
pretendedly
virtuous
woman
whose
beauty
is
lighted
by
the
sun
of
the
world
,
whose
style
the
voice
of
fashion
lauds
,
and
whom
a
halo
of
aristocracy
gilds
with
enchanting
splendors
.
To
be
a
woman
condemned
to
a
painful
and
disgraceful
punishment
is
no
impediment
to
beauty
,
but
it
is
an
obstacle
to
the
recovery
of
power
.
Like
all
persons
of
real
genius
,
Milady
knew
what
suited
her
nature
and
her
means
.
Poverty
was
repugnant
to
her
;
degradation
took
away
two-thirds
of
her
greatness
.
Milady
was
only
a
queen
while
among
queens
.
The
pleasure
of
satisfied
pride
was
necessary
to
her
domination
.
To
command
inferior
beings
was
rather
a
humiliation
than
a
pleasure
for
her
.
She
should
certainly
return
from
her
exile
--
she
did
not
doubt
that
a
single
instant
;
but
how
long
might
this
exile
last
?
For
an
active
,
ambitious
nature
,
like
that
of
Milady
,
days
not
spent
in
climbing
are
inauspicious
days
.
What
word
,
then
,
can
be
found
to
describe
the
days
which
they
occupy
in
descending
?
To
lose
a
year
,
two
years
,
three
years
,
is
to
talk
of
an
eternity
;
to
return
after
the
death
or
disgrace
of
the
cardinal
,
perhaps
;
to
return
when
d'Artagnan
and
his
friends
,
happy
and
triumphant
,
should
have
received
from
the
queen
the
reward
they
had
well
acquired
by
the
services
they
had
rendered
her
--
these
were
devouring
ideas
that
a
woman
like
Milady
could
not
endure
.
For
the
rest
,
the
storm
which
raged
within
her
doubled
her
strength
,
and
she
would
have
burst
the
walls
of
her
prison
if
her
body
had
been
able
to
take
for
a
single
instant
the
proportions
of
her
mind
.
Then
that
which
spurred
her
on
additionally
in
the
midst
of
all
this
was
the
remembrance
of
the
cardinal
.
What
must
the
mistrustful
,
restless
,
suspicious
cardinal
think
of
her
silence
--
the
cardinal
,
not
merely
her
only
support
,
her
only
prop
,
her
only
protector
at
present
,
but
still
further
,
the
principal
instrument
of
her
future
fortune
and
vengeance
?
She
knew
him
;
she
knew
that
at
her
return
from
a
fruitless
journey
it
would
be
in
vain
to
tell
him
of
her
imprisonment
,
in
vain
to
enlarge
upon
the
sufferings
she
had
undergone
.
The
cardinal
would
reply
,
with
the
sarcastic
calmness
of
the
skeptic
,
strong
at
once
by
power
and
genius
,
"
You
should
not
have
allowed
yourself
to
be
taken
.
"
Then
Milady
collected
all
her
energies
,
murmuring
in
the
depths
of
her
soul
the
name
of
Felton
--
the
only
beam
of
light
that
penetrated
to
her
in
the
hell
into
which
she
had
fallen
;
and
like
a
serpent
which
folds
and
unfolds
its
rings
to
ascertain
its
strength
,
she
enveloped
Felton
beforehand
in
the
thousand
meshes
of
her
inventive
imagination
.
Time
,
however
,
passed
away
;
the
hours
,
one
after
another
,
seemed
to
awaken
the
clock
as
they
passed
,
and
every
blow
of
the
brass
hammer
resounded
upon
the
heart
of
the
prisoner
.
At
nine
o'clock
,
Lord
de
Winter
made
his
customary
visit
,
examined
the
window
and
the
bars
,
sounded
the
floor
and
the
walls
,
looked
to
the
chimney
and
the
doors
,
without
,
during
this
long
and
minute
examination
,
he
or
Milady
pronouncing
a
single
word
.
Doubtless
both
of
them
understood
that
the
situation
had
become
too
serious
to
lose
time
in
useless
words
and
aimless
wrath
.
