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"
So
beautiful
!
so
young
!
"
cried
Felton
,
covering
that
hand
with
his
kisses
.
Milady
let
one
of
those
looks
fall
upon
him
which
make
a
slave
of
a
king
.
Felton
was
a
Puritan
;
he
abandoned
the
hand
of
this
woman
to
kiss
her
feet
.
He
no
longer
loved
her
;
he
adored
her
.
When
this
crisis
was
past
,
when
Milady
appeared
to
have
resumed
her
self-possession
,
which
she
had
never
lost
;
when
Felton
had
seen
her
recover
with
the
veil
of
chastity
those
treasures
of
love
which
were
only
concealed
from
him
to
make
him
desire
them
the
more
ardently
,
he
said
,
"
Ah
,
now
!
I
have
only
one
thing
to
ask
of
you
;
that
is
,
the
name
of
your
true
executioner
.
For
to
me
there
is
but
one
;
the
other
was
an
instrument
,
that
was
all
.
"
"
What
,
brother
!
"
cried
Milady
,
"
must
I
name
him
again
?
Have
you
not
yet
divined
who
he
is
?
"
"
What
?
"
cried
Felton
,
"
he
--
again
he
--
always
he
?
What
--
the
truly
guilty
?
"
"
The
truly
guilty
,
"
said
Milady
,
"
is
the
ravager
of
England
,
the
persecutor
of
true
believers
,
the
base
ravisher
of
the
honor
of
so
many
women
--
he
who
,
to
satisfy
a
caprice
of
his
corrupt
heart
,
is
about
to
make
England
shed
so
much
blood
,
who
protects
the
Protestants
today
and
will
betray
them
tomorrow
--
"
"
Buckingham
!
It
is
,
then
,
Buckingham
!
"
cried
Felton
,
in
a
high
state
of
excitement
.
Milady
concealed
her
face
in
her
hands
,
as
if
she
could
not
endure
the
shame
which
this
name
recalled
to
her
.
