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Supper
was
served
.
Milady
felt
that
she
stood
in
need
of
all
her
strength
.
She
did
not
know
what
might
take
place
during
this
night
which
approached
so
menacingly
--
for
large
masses
of
cloud
rolled
over
the
face
of
the
sky
,
and
distant
lightning
announced
a
storm
.
The
storm
broke
about
ten
o'clock
.
Milady
felt
a
consolation
in
seeing
nature
partake
of
the
disorder
of
her
heart
.
The
thunder
growled
in
the
air
like
the
passion
and
anger
in
her
thoughts
.
It
appeared
to
her
that
the
blast
as
it
swept
along
disheveled
her
brow
,
as
it
bowed
the
branches
of
the
trees
and
bore
away
their
leaves
.
She
howled
as
the
hurricane
howled
;
and
her
voice
was
lost
in
the
great
voice
of
nature
,
which
also
seemed
to
groan
with
despair
.
All
at
once
she
heard
a
tap
at
her
window
,
and
by
the
help
of
a
flash
of
lightning
she
saw
the
face
of
a
man
appear
behind
the
bars
.
She
ran
to
the
window
and
opened
it
.
"
Felton
!
"
cried
she
.
"
I
am
saved
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Felton
;
"
but
silence
,
silence
!
I
must
have
time
to
file
through
these
bars
.
Only
take
care
that
I
am
not
seen
through
the
wicket
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
a
proof
that
the
Lord
is
on
our
side
,
Felton
,
"
replied
Milady
.
"
They
have
closed
up
the
grating
with
a
board
.
"
"
That
is
well
;
God
has
made
them
senseless
,
"
said
Felton
.
"
But
what
must
I
do
?
"
asked
Milady
.
