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"
Ah
,
"
said
he
,
"
here
we
are
,
at
the
last
act
of
the
tragedy
.
You
see
,
Felton
,
the
drama
has
gone
through
all
the
phases
I
named
;
but
be
easy
,
no
blood
will
flow
.
"
Milady
perceived
that
all
was
lost
unless
she
gave
Felton
an
immediate
and
terrible
proof
of
her
courage
.
"
You
are
mistaken
,
my
Lord
,
blood
will
flow
;
and
may
that
blood
fall
back
on
those
who
cause
it
to
flow
!
"
Felton
uttered
a
cry
,
and
rushed
toward
her
.
He
was
too
late
;
Milady
had
stabbed
herself
.
But
the
knife
had
fortunately
,
we
ought
to
say
skillfully
,
come
in
contact
with
the
steel
busk
,
which
at
that
period
,
like
a
cuirass
,
defended
the
chests
of
women
It
had
glided
down
it
,
tearing
the
robe
,
and
had
penetrated
slantingly
between
the
flesh
and
the
ribs
.
Milady
's
robe
was
not
the
less
stained
with
blood
in
a
second
.
Milady
fell
down
,
and
seemed
to
be
in
a
swoon
.
Felton
snatched
away
the
knife
.
"
See
,
my
Lord
,
"
said
he
,
in
a
deep
,
gloomy
tone
,
"
here
is
a
woman
who
was
under
my
guard
,
and
who
has
killed
herself
!
"
"
Be
at
ease
,
Felton
,
"
said
Lord
de
Winter
.
"
She
is
not
dead
;
demons
do
not
die
so
easily
.
Be
tranquil
,
and
go
wait
for
me
in
my
chamber
.
"
