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"
Nothing
,
nothing
,
only
shut
the
window
.
Go
to
bed
,
or
at
least
lie
down
in
your
clothes
.
As
soon
as
I
have
done
I
will
knock
on
one
of
the
panes
of
glass
.
But
will
you
be
able
to
follow
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
"
Your
wound
?
"
"
Gives
me
pain
,
but
will
not
prevent
my
walking
.
"
"
Be
ready
,
then
,
at
the
first
signal
.
"
Milady
shut
the
window
,
extinguished
the
lamp
,
and
went
,
as
Felton
had
desired
her
,
to
lie
down
on
the
bed
.
Amid
the
moaning
of
the
storm
she
heard
the
grinding
of
the
file
upon
the
bars
,
and
by
the
light
of
every
flash
she
perceived
the
shadow
of
Felton
through
the
panes
.
She
passed
an
hour
without
breathing
,
panting
,
with
a
cold
sweat
upon
her
brow
,
and
her
heart
oppressed
by
frightful
agony
at
every
movement
she
heard
in
the
corridor
.
There
are
hours
which
last
a
year
.
At
the
expiration
of
an
hour
,
Felton
tapped
again
.
Milady
sprang
out
of
bed
and
opened
the
window
.
Two
bars
removed
formed
an
opening
for
a
man
to
pass
through
.
