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"
The
punishment
of
death
,
"
replied
Lord
de
Winter
.
"
Messieurs
Porthos
and
Aramis
,
"
repeated
Athos
,
"
you
who
are
her
judges
,
what
is
the
sentence
you
pronounce
upon
this
woman
?
"
"
The
punishment
of
death
,
"
replied
the
Musketeers
,
in
a
hollow
voice
Milady
uttered
a
frightful
shriek
,
and
dragged
herself
along
several
paces
upon
her
knees
toward
her
judges
.
Athos
stretched
out
his
hand
toward
her
.
"
Charlotte
Backson
,
Comtesse
de
la
Fere
,
Milady
de
Winter
,
"
said
he
,
"
your
crimes
have
wearied
men
on
earth
and
God
in
heaven
.
If
you
know
a
prayer
,
say
it
--
for
you
are
condemned
,
and
you
shall
die
.
"
At
these
words
,
which
left
no
hope
,
Milady
raised
herself
in
all
her
pride
,
and
wished
to
speak
;
but
her
strength
failed
her
.
She
felt
that
a
powerful
and
implacable
hand
seized
her
by
the
hair
,
and
dragged
her
away
as
irrevocably
as
fatality
drags
humanity
.
She
did
not
,
therefore
,
even
attempt
the
least
resistance
,
and
went
out
of
the
cottage
.
Lord
de
Winter
,
d'Artagnan
,
Athos
,
Porthos
,
and
Aramis
,
went
out
close
behind
her
.
The
lackeys
followed
their
masters
,
and
the
chamber
was
left
solitary
,
with
its
broken
window
,
its
open
door
,
and
its
smoky
lamp
burning
sadly
on
the
table
.
It
was
near
midnight
;
the
moon
,
lessened
by
its
decline
,
and
reddened
by
the
last
traces
of
the
storm
,
arose
behind
the
little
town
of
Armentieres
,
which
showed
against
its
pale
light
the
dark
outline
of
its
houses
,
and
the
skeleton
of
its
high
belfry
.
In
front
of
them
the
Lys
rolled
its
waters
like
a
river
of
molten
tin
;
while
on
the
other
side
was
a
black
mass
of
trees
,
profiled
on
a
stormy
sky
,
invaded
by
large
coppery
clouds
which
created
a
sort
of
twilight
amid
the
night
.
On
the
left
was
an
old
abandoned
mill
,
with
its
motionless
wings
,
from
the
ruins
of
which
an
owl
threw
out
its
shrill
,
periodical
,
and
monotonous
cry
.
On
the
right
and
on
the
left
of
the
road
,
which
the
dismal
procession
pursued
,
appeared
a
few
low
,
stunted
trees
,
which
looked
like
deformed
dwarfs
crouching
down
to
watch
men
traveling
at
this
sinister
hour
.
From
time
to
time
a
broad
sheet
of
lightning
opened
the
horizon
in
its
whole
width
,
darted
like
a
serpent
over
the
black
mass
of
trees
,
and
like
a
terrible
scimitar
divided
the
heavens
and
the
waters
into
two
parts
.
Not
a
breath
of
wind
now
disturbed
the
heavy
atmosphere
.
A
deathlike
silence
oppressed
all
nature
.
The
soil
was
humid
and
glittering
with
the
rain
which
had
recently
fallen
,
and
the
refreshed
herbs
sent
forth
their
perfume
with
additional
energy
.
