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Dream of Vengeance

           "Iamathometonobody,"saidMilady;"observe,tonobody."Theservantwentout.

           D’ArtagnancastaninquiringglanceatMilady.Shewaspale,andlookedfatigued,eitherfromtearsorwantofsleep.Thenumberoflightshadbeenintentionallydiminished,buttheyoungwomancouldnotconcealthetracesofthefeverwhichhaddevouredherfortwodays.

           D’Artagnanapproachedherwithhisusualgallantry.Shethenmadeanextraordinaryefforttoreceivehim,butneverdidamoredistressedcountenancegivethelietoamoreamiablesmile.

           Tothequestionswhichd’Artagnanputconcerningherhealth,shereplied,"Bad,verybad."

           "Then,"repliedhe,"myvisitisill-timed;you,nodoubt,standinneedofrepose,andIwillwithdraw."

           "No,no!"saidMilady."Onthecontrary,stay,Monsieurd’Artagnan;youragreeablecompanywilldivertme."

           "Oh,oh!"thoughtd’Artagnan."Shehasneverbeensokindbefore.Onguard!"

           Miladyassumedthemostagreeableairpossible,andconversedwithmorethanherusualbrilliancy.Atthesametimethefever,whichforaninstantabandonedher,returnedtogivelustertohereyes,colortohercheeks,andvermilliontoherlips.D’ArtagnanwasagaininthepresenceoftheCircewhohadbeforesurroundedhimwithherenchantments.Hislove,whichhebelievedtobeextinctbutwhichwasonlyasleep,awokeagaininhisheart.Miladysmiled,andd’Artagnanfeltthathecoulddamnhimselfforthatsmile.Therewasamomentatwhichhefeltsomethinglikeremorse.

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