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"
After
supper
I
exhibited
the
same
marks
of
languor
as
on
the
preceding
evening
;
but
this
time
,
as
I
yielded
to
fatigue
,
or
as
if
I
had
become
familiarized
with
danger
,
I
dragged
myself
toward
my
bed
,
let
my
robe
fall
,
and
lay
down
.
"
I
found
my
knife
where
I
had
placed
it
,
under
my
pillow
,
and
while
feigning
to
sleep
,
my
hand
grasped
the
handle
of
it
convulsively
.
"
Two
hours
passed
away
without
anything
fresh
happening
.
Oh
,
my
God
!
who
could
have
said
so
the
evening
before
?
I
began
to
fear
that
he
would
not
come
.
"
At
length
I
saw
the
lamp
rise
softly
,
and
disappear
in
the
depths
of
the
ceiling
;
my
chamber
was
filled
with
darkness
and
obscurity
,
but
I
made
a
strong
effort
to
penetrate
this
darkness
and
obscurity
.
"
Nearly
ten
minutes
passed
;
I
heard
no
other
noise
but
the
beating
of
my
own
heart
.
I
implored
heaven
that
he
might
come
.
"
At
length
I
heard
the
well-known
noise
of
the
door
,
which
opened
and
shut
;
I
heard
,
notwithstanding
the
thickness
of
the
carpet
,
a
step
which
made
the
floor
creak
;
I
saw
,
notwithstanding
the
darkness
,
a
shadow
which
approached
my
bed
.
"
"
Haste
!
haste
!
"
said
Felton
;
"
do
you
not
see
that
each
of
your
words
burns
me
like
molten
lead
?
"
"
Then
,
"
continued
Milady
,
"
then
I
collected
all
my
strength
;
I
recalled
to
my
mind
that
the
moment
of
vengeance
,
or
rather
,
of
justice
,
had
struck
.
I
looked
upon
myself
as
another
Judith
;
I
gathered
myself
up
,
my
knife
in
my
hand
,
and
when
I
saw
him
near
me
,
stretching
out
his
arms
to
find
his
victim
,
then
,
with
the
last
cry
of
agony
and
despair
,
I
struck
him
in
the
middle
of
his
breast
.
"
The
miserable
villain
!
He
had
foreseen
all
.
His
breast
was
covered
with
a
coat-of-mail
;
the
knife
was
bent
against
it
.
"
'
Ah
,
ah
!
'
cried
he
,
seizing
my
arm
,
and
wresting
from
me
the
weapon
that
had
so
badly
served
me
,
'
you
want
to
take
my
life
,
do
you
,
my
pretty
Puritan
?
But
that
's
more
than
dislike
,
that
's
ingratitude
!
Come
,
come
,
calm
yourself
,
my
sweet
girl
!
I
thought
you
had
softened
.
I
am
not
one
of
those
tyrants
who
detain
women
by
force
.
You
do
n't
love
me
.
With
my
usual
fatuity
I
doubted
it
;
now
I
am
convinced
.
Tomorrow
you
shall
be
free
.
'
