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"
And
what
was
most
frightful
,
"
continued
Milady
,
her
voice
altered
,
as
if
she
still
experienced
the
same
agony
as
at
that
awful
minute
,
"
was
that
at
this
time
I
retained
a
consciousness
of
the
danger
that
threatened
me
;
was
that
my
soul
,
if
I
may
say
so
,
waked
in
my
sleeping
body
;
was
that
I
saw
,
that
I
heard
.
It
is
true
that
all
was
like
a
dream
,
but
it
was
not
the
less
frightful
.
"
I
saw
the
lamp
ascend
,
and
leave
me
in
darkness
;
then
I
heard
the
well-known
creaking
of
the
door
although
I
had
heard
that
door
open
but
twice
.
"
I
felt
instinctively
that
someone
approached
me
;
it
is
said
that
the
doomed
wretch
in
the
deserts
of
America
thus
feels
the
approach
of
the
serpent
.
"
I
wished
to
make
an
effort
;
I
attempted
to
cry
out
.
By
an
incredible
effort
of
will
I
even
raised
myself
up
,
but
only
to
sink
down
again
immediately
,
and
to
fall
into
the
arms
of
my
persecutor
.
"
"
Tell
me
who
this
man
was
!
"
cried
the
young
officer
.
Milady
saw
at
a
single
glance
all
the
painful
feelings
she
inspired
in
Felton
by
dwelling
on
every
detail
of
her
recital
;
but
she
would
not
spare
him
a
single
pang
.
The
more
profoundly
she
wounded
his
heart
,
the
more
certainly
he
would
avenge
her
.
She
continued
,
then
,
as
if
she
had
not
heard
his
exclamation
,
or
as
if
she
thought
the
moment
was
not
yet
come
to
reply
to
it
.
"
Only
this
time
it
was
no
longer
an
inert
body
,
without
feeling
,
that
the
villain
had
to
deal
with
.
I
have
told
you
that
without
being
able
to
regain
the
complete
exercise
of
my
faculties
,
I
retained
the
sense
of
my
danger
.
I
struggled
,
then
,
with
all
my
strength
,
and
doubtless
opposed
,
weak
as
I
was
,
a
long
resistance
,
for
I
heard
him
cry
out
,
'
These
miserable
Puritans
!
I
knew
very
well
that
they
tired
out
their
executioners
,
but
I
did
not
believe
them
so
strong
against
their
lovers
!
'
"
Alas
!
this
desperate
resistance
could
not
last
long
.
I
felt
my
strength
fail
,
and
this
time
it
was
not
my
sleep
that
enabled
the
coward
to
prevail
,
but
my
swoon
.
"
Felton
listened
without
uttering
any
word
or
sound
,
except
an
inward
expression
of
agony
.
The
sweat
streamed
down
his
marble
forehead
,
and
his
hand
,
under
his
coat
,
tore
his
breast
.
"
My
first
impulse
,
on
coming
to
myself
,
was
to
feel
under
my
pillow
for
the
knife
I
had
not
been
able
to
reach
;
if
it
had
not
been
useful
for
defense
,
it
might
at
least
serve
for
expiation
.
