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De
Winter
,
stupefied
,
looked
on
while
the
soldiers
bound
Felton
,
and
could
not
tell
what
to
think
of
such
insensibility
.
One
thing
alone
,
however
,
threw
a
shade
over
the
pallid
brow
of
Felton
.
At
every
noise
he
heard
,
the
simple
Puritan
fancied
he
recognized
the
step
and
voice
of
Milady
coming
to
throw
herself
into
his
arms
,
to
accuse
herself
,
and
die
with
him
.
All
at
once
he
started
.
His
eyes
became
fixed
upon
a
point
of
the
sea
,
commanded
by
the
terrace
where
he
was
.
With
the
eagle
glance
of
a
sailor
he
had
recognized
there
,
where
another
would
have
seen
only
a
gull
hovering
over
the
waves
,
the
sail
of
a
sloop
which
was
directed
toward
the
cost
of
France
.
He
grew
deadly
pale
,
placed
his
hand
upon
his
heart
,
which
was
breaking
,
and
at
once
perceived
all
the
treachery
.
"
One
last
favor
,
my
Lord
!
"
said
he
to
the
baron
.
"
What
?
"
asked
his
Lordship
.
"
What
o'clock
is
it
?
"
The
baron
drew
out
his
watch
.
"
It
wants
ten
minutes
to
nine
,
"
said
he
.
Milady
had
hastened
her
departure
by
an
hour
and
a
half
.
As
soon
as
she
heard
the
cannon
which
announced
the
fatal
event
,
she
had
ordered
the
anchor
to
be
weighed
.
The
vessel
was
making
way
under
a
blue
sky
,
at
great
distance
from
the
coast
"
God
has
so
willed
it
!
"
said
he
,
with
the
resignation
of
a
fanatic
;
but
without
,
however
,
being
able
to
take
his
eyes
from
that
ship
,
on
board
of
which
he
doubtless
fancied
he
could
distinguish
the
white
outline
of
her
to
whom
he
had
sacrificed
his
life
.
