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"
Buckingham
,
the
executioner
of
this
angelic
creature
!
"
cried
Felton
.
"
And
thou
hast
not
hurled
thy
thunder
at
him
,
my
God
!
And
thou
hast
left
him
noble
,
honored
,
powerful
,
for
the
ruin
of
us
all
!
"
"
God
abandons
him
who
abandons
himself
,
"
said
Milady
.
"
But
he
will
draw
upon
his
head
the
punishment
reserved
for
the
damned
!
"
said
Felton
,
with
increasing
exultation
.
"
He
wills
that
human
vengeance
should
precede
celestial
justice
.
"
"
Men
fear
him
and
spare
him
.
"
"
I
,
"
said
Felton
,
"
I
do
not
fear
him
,
nor
will
I
spare
him
.
"
The
soul
of
Milady
was
bathed
in
an
infernal
joy
.
"
But
how
can
Lord
de
Winter
,
my
protector
,
my
father
,
"
asked
Felton
,
"
possibly
be
mixed
up
with
all
this
?
"
"
Listen
,
Felton
,
"
resumed
Milady
,
"
for
by
the
side
of
base
and
contemptible
men
there
are
often
found
great
and
generous
natures
.
I
had
an
affianced
husband
,
a
man
whom
I
loved
,
and
who
loved
me
--
a
heart
like
yours
,
Felton
,
a
man
like
you
.
I
went
to
him
and
told
him
all
;
he
knew
me
,
that
man
did
,
and
did
not
doubt
an
instant
.
He
was
a
nobleman
,
a
man
equal
to
Buckingham
in
every
respect
.
He
said
nothing
;
he
only
girded
on
his
sword
,
wrapped
himself
in
his
cloak
,
and
went
straight
to
Buckingham
Palace
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
said
Felton
;
"
I
understand
how
he
would
act
.
But
with
such
men
it
is
not
the
sword
that
should
be
employed
;
it
is
the
poniard
.
"
