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"
There
was
,
no
doubt
,
in
my
look
,
my
voice
,
my
whole
person
,
that
sincerity
of
gesture
,
of
attitude
,
of
accent
,
which
carries
conviction
to
the
most
perverse
minds
,
for
he
paused
.
"
'
Your
death
?
'
said
he
;
'
oh
,
no
,
you
are
too
charming
a
mistress
to
allow
me
to
consent
to
lose
you
thus
,
after
I
have
had
the
happiness
to
possess
you
only
a
single
time
.
Adieu
,
my
charmer
;
I
will
wait
to
pay
you
my
next
visit
till
you
are
in
a
better
humor
.
'
"
At
these
words
he
blew
a
whistle
;
the
globe
of
fire
which
lighted
the
room
reascended
and
disappeared
.
I
found
myself
again
in
complete
darkness
.
The
same
noise
of
a
door
opening
and
shutting
was
repeated
the
instant
afterward
;
the
flaming
globe
descended
afresh
,
and
I
was
completely
alone
.
"
This
moment
was
frightful
;
if
I
had
any
doubts
as
to
my
misfortune
,
these
doubts
had
vanished
in
an
overwhelming
reality
.
I
was
in
the
power
of
a
man
whom
I
not
only
detested
,
but
despised
--
of
a
man
capable
of
anything
,
and
who
had
already
given
me
a
fatal
proof
of
what
he
was
able
to
do
.
"
"
But
who
,
then
was
this
man
?
"
asked
Felton
.
"
I
passed
the
night
on
a
chair
,
starting
at
the
least
noise
,
for
toward
midnight
the
lamp
went
out
,
and
I
was
again
in
darkness
.
But
the
night
passed
away
without
any
fresh
attempt
on
the
part
of
my
persecutor
.
Day
came
;
the
table
had
disappeared
,
only
I
had
still
the
knife
in
my
hand
.
"
This
knife
was
my
only
hope
.
"
I
was
worn
out
with
fatigue
.
Sleeplessness
inflamed
my
eyes
;
I
had
not
dared
to
sleep
a
single
instant
.
The
light
of
day
reassured
me
;
I
went
and
threw
myself
on
the
bed
,
without
parting
with
the
emancipating
knife
,
which
I
concealed
under
my
pillow
.
"
When
I
awoke
,
a
fresh
meal
was
served
.
"
This
time
,
in
spite
of
my
terrors
,
in
spite
of
my
agony
,
I
began
to
feel
a
devouring
hunger
.
It
was
forty-eight
hours
since
I
had
taken
any
nourishment
.
I
ate
some
bread
and
some
fruit
;
then
,
remembering
the
narcotic
mixed
with
the
water
I
had
drunk
,
I
would
not
touch
that
which
was
placed
on
the
table
,
but
filled
my
glass
at
a
marble
fountain
fixed
in
the
wall
over
my
dressing
table
.
