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"
Silence
,
Laporte
,
you
may
be
overheard
.
Patrick
,
let
no
one
enter
.
Oh
,
I
can
not
tell
what
she
says
to
me
!
My
God
,
I
am
dying
!
"
And
the
duke
swooned
.
Meanwhile
,
Lord
de
Winter
,
the
deputies
,
the
leaders
of
the
expedition
,
the
officers
of
Buckingham
's
household
,
had
all
made
their
way
into
the
chamber
.
Cries
of
despair
resounded
on
all
sides
.
The
news
,
which
filled
the
palace
with
tears
and
groans
,
soon
became
known
,
and
spread
itself
throughout
the
city
.
The
report
of
a
cannon
announced
that
something
new
and
unexpected
had
taken
place
.
Lord
de
Winter
tore
his
hair
.
"
Too
late
by
a
minute
!
"
cried
he
,
"
too
late
by
a
minute
!
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
what
a
misfortune
!
"
He
had
been
informed
at
seven
o'clock
in
the
morning
that
a
rope
ladder
floated
from
one
of
the
windows
of
the
castle
;
he
had
hastened
to
Milady
's
chamber
,
had
found
it
empty
,
the
window
open
,
and
the
bars
filed
,
had
remembered
the
verbal
caution
d'Artagnan
had
transmitted
to
him
by
his
messenger
,
had
trembled
for
the
duke
,
and
running
to
the
stable
without
taking
time
to
have
a
horse
saddled
,
had
jumped
upon
the
first
he
found
,
had
galloped
off
like
the
wind
,
had
alighted
below
in
the
courtyard
,
had
ascended
the
stairs
precipitately
,
and
on
the
top
step
,
as
we
have
said
,
had
encountered
Felton
.
The
duke
,
however
,
was
not
dead
.
He
recovered
a
little
,
reopened
his
eyes
,
and
hope
revived
in
all
hearts
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
said
he
,
"
leave
me
alone
with
Patrick
and
Laporte
--
ah
,
is
that
you
,
de
Winter
?
You
sent
me
a
strange
madman
this
morning
!
See
the
state
in
which
he
has
put
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
Lord
!
"
cried
the
baron
,
"
I
shall
never
console
myself
.
"
