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"
You
shall
not
call
,
"
said
Felton
,
throwing
himself
between
the
duke
and
the
bell
placed
on
a
stand
encrusted
with
silver
.
"
Beware
,
my
Lord
,
you
are
in
the
hands
of
God
!
"
"
In
the
hands
of
the
devil
,
you
mean
!
"
cried
Buckingham
,
raising
his
voice
so
as
to
attract
the
notice
of
his
people
,
without
absolutely
shouting
.
"
Sign
,
my
Lord
;
sign
the
liberation
of
Milady
de
Winter
,
"
said
Felton
,
holding
out
a
paper
to
the
duke
.
"
By
force
?
You
are
joking
!
Holloa
,
Patrick
!
"
"
Sign
,
my
Lord
!
"
"
Never
.
"
"
Never
?
"
"
Help
!
"
shouted
the
duke
;
and
at
the
same
time
he
sprang
toward
his
sword
.
But
Felton
did
not
give
him
time
to
draw
it
.
He
held
the
knife
with
which
Milady
had
stabbed
herself
,
open
in
his
bosom
;
at
one
bound
he
was
upon
the
duke
.
At
that
moment
Patrick
entered
the
room
,
crying
,
"
A
letter
from
France
,
my
Lord
.
"
