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"
From
France
!
"
cried
Buckingham
,
forgetting
everything
in
thinking
from
whom
that
letter
came
.
Felton
took
advantage
of
this
moment
,
and
plunged
the
knife
into
his
side
up
to
the
handle
.
"
Ah
,
traitor
,
"
cried
Buckingham
,
"
you
have
killed
me
!
"
"
Murder
!
"
screamed
Patrick
.
Felton
cast
his
eyes
round
for
means
of
escape
,
and
seeing
the
door
free
,
he
rushed
into
the
next
chamber
,
in
which
,
as
we
have
said
,
the
deputies
from
La
Rochelle
were
waiting
,
crossed
it
as
quickly
as
possible
,
and
rushed
toward
the
staircase
;
but
upon
the
first
step
he
met
Lord
de
Winter
,
who
,
seeing
him
pale
,
confused
,
livid
,
and
stained
with
blood
both
on
his
hands
and
face
,
seized
him
by
the
throat
,
crying
,
"
I
knew
it
!
I
guessed
it
!
But
too
late
by
a
minute
,
unfortunate
,
unfortunate
that
I
am
!
"
Felton
made
no
resistance
.
Lord
de
Winter
placed
him
in
the
hands
of
the
guards
,
who
led
him
,
while
awaiting
further
orders
,
to
a
little
terrace
commanding
the
sea
;
and
then
the
baron
hastened
to
the
duke
's
chamber
.
At
the
cry
uttered
by
the
duke
and
the
scream
of
Patrick
,
the
man
whom
Felton
had
met
in
the
antechamber
rushed
into
the
chamber
.
He
found
the
duke
reclining
upon
a
sofa
,
with
his
hand
pressed
upon
the
wound
.
"
Laporte
,
"
said
the
duke
,
in
a
dying
voice
,
"
Laporte
,
do
you
come
from
her
?
"
"
Yes
,
monseigneur
,
"
replied
the
faithful
cloak
bearer
of
Anne
of
Austria
,
"
but
too
late
,
perhaps
.
"
