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Dream of Vengeance

           Bydegrees,Miladybecamemorecommunicative.Sheaskedd’Artagnanifhehadamistress.

           "Alas!"saidd’Artagnan,withthemostsentimentalairhecouldassume,"canyoubecruelenoughtoputsuchaquestiontometome,who,fromthemomentIsawyou,haveonlybreathedandsighedthroughyouandforyou?"

           Miladysmiledwithastrangesmile.

           "Thenyouloveme?"saidshe.

           "HaveIanyneedtotellyouso?Haveyounotperceivedit?"

           "Itmaybe;butyouknowthemoreheartsareworththecapture,themoredifficulttheyaretobewon."

           "Oh,difficultiesdonotaffrightme,"saidd’Artagnan."Ishrinkbeforenothingbutimpossibilities."

           "Nothingisimpossible,"repliedMilady,"totruelove."

           "Nothing,madame?"

           "Nothing,"repliedMilady.

           "Thedevil!"thoughtd’Artagnan."Thenoteischanged.Isshegoingtofallinlovewithme,bychance,thisfairinconstant;andwillshebedisposedtogivememyselfanothersapphirelikethatwhichshegavemefordeWardes?"

           D’ArtagnanrapidlydrewhisseatnearertoMilady’s.

           "Well,now,"shesaid,"letusseewhatyouwoulddotoprovethisloveofwhichyouspeak."

           "Allthatcouldberequiredofme.Order;Iamready."

           "Foreverything?"

           "Foreverything,"criedd’Artagnan,whoknewbeforehandthathehadnotmuchtoriskinengaginghimselfthus.

           "Well,nowletustalkalittleseriously,"saidMilady,inherturndrawingherarmchairnearertod’Artagnan’schair.

           "Iamallattention,madame,"saidhe.

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