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"
Upon
my
honor
,
I
will
instantly
return
it
to
you
.
You
shall
place
it
on
that
table
,
and
you
may
remain
between
it
and
me
.
"
Felton
offered
the
weapon
to
Milady
,
who
examined
the
temper
of
it
attentively
,
and
who
tried
the
point
on
the
tip
of
her
finger
.
"
Well
,
"
said
she
,
returning
the
knife
to
the
young
officer
,
"
this
is
fine
and
good
steel
.
You
are
a
faithful
friend
,
Felton
.
"
Felton
took
back
the
weapon
,
and
laid
it
upon
the
table
,
as
he
had
agreed
with
the
prisoner
.
Milady
followed
him
with
her
eyes
,
and
made
a
gesture
of
satisfaction
.
"
Now
,
"
said
she
,
"
listen
to
me
.
"
The
request
was
needless
.
The
young
officer
stood
upright
before
her
,
awaiting
her
words
as
if
to
devour
them
.
"
Felton
,
"
said
Milady
,
with
a
solemnity
full
of
melancholy
,
"
imagine
that
your
sister
,
the
daughter
of
your
father
,
speaks
to
you
.
While
yet
young
,
unfortunately
handsome
,
I
was
dragged
into
a
snare
.
I
resisted
.
Ambushes
and
violences
multiplied
around
me
,
but
I
resisted
.
The
religion
I
serve
,
the
God
I
adore
,
were
blasphemed
because
I
called
upon
that
religion
and
that
God
,
but
still
I
resisted
.
Then
outrages
were
heaped
upon
me
,
and
as
my
soul
was
not
subdued
they
wished
to
defile
my
body
forever
.
Finally
--
"
Milady
stopped
,
and
a
bitter
smile
passed
over
her
lips
.
