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And
at
these
words
,
as
if
all
her
strength
was
exhausted
,
Milady
sank
,
weak
and
languishing
,
into
the
arms
of
the
young
officer
,
who
,
intoxicated
with
love
,
anger
,
and
voluptuous
sensations
hitherto
unknown
,
received
her
with
transport
,
pressed
her
against
his
heart
,
all
trembling
at
the
breath
from
that
charming
mouth
,
bewildered
by
the
contact
with
that
palpitating
bosom
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
he
.
"
No
,
you
shall
live
honored
and
pure
;
you
shall
live
to
triumph
over
your
enemies
.
"
Milady
put
him
from
her
slowly
with
her
hand
,
while
drawing
him
nearer
with
her
look
;
but
Felton
,
in
his
turn
,
embraced
her
more
closely
,
imploring
her
like
a
divinity
.
"
Oh
,
death
,
death
!
"
said
she
,
lowering
her
voice
and
her
eyelids
,
"
oh
,
death
,
rather
than
shame
!
Felton
,
my
brother
,
my
friend
,
I
conjure
you
!
"
"
No
,
"
cried
Felton
,
"
no
;
you
shall
live
and
you
shall
be
avenged
.
"
"
Felton
,
I
bring
misfortune
to
all
who
surround
me
!
Felton
,
abandon
me
!
Felton
,
let
me
die
!
"
"
Well
,
then
,
we
will
live
and
die
together
!
"
cried
he
,
pressing
his
lips
to
those
of
the
prisoner
.
Several
strokes
resounded
on
the
door
;
this
time
Milady
really
pushed
him
away
from
her
.
"
Hark
,
"
said
she
,
"
we
have
been
overheard
!
Someone
is
coming
!
All
is
over
!
We
are
lost
!
"
"
No
,
"
said
Felton
;
it
is
only
the
sentinel
warning
me
that
they
are
about
to
change
the
guard
.
"
