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A Conjugal Scene

           Miladywaslivid.

           "YoumustbeSatan!"criedshe.

           "Perhaps,"saidAthos;"Butatalleventslistenwelltothis.AssassinatetheDukeofBuckingham,orcausehimtobeassassinatedIcareverylittleaboutthat!Idon’tknowhim.Besides,heisanEnglishman.Butdonottouchwiththetipofyourfingerasinglehairofd’Artagnan,whoisafaithfulfriendwhomIloveanddefend,orIsweartoyoubytheheadofmyfatherthecrimewhichyoushallhaveendeavoredtocommit,orshallhavecommitted,shallbethelast."

           "Monsieurd’Artagnanhascruellyinsultedme,"saidMilady,inahollowtone;"Monsieurd’Artagnanshalldie!"

           "Indeed!Isitpossibletoinsultyou,madame?"saidAthos,laughing;"hehasinsultedyou,andheshalldie!"

           "Heshalldie!"repliedMilady;"shefirst,andheafterward."

           Athoswasseizedwithakindofvertigo.Thesightofthiscreature,whohadnothingofthewomanabouther,recalledawfulremembrances.Hethoughthowoneday,inalessdangeroussituationthantheoneinwhichhewasnowplaced,hehadalreadyendeavoredtosacrificehertohishonor.Hisdesireforbloodreturned,burninghisbrainandpervadinghisframelikearagingfever;hearoseinhisturn,reachedhishandtohisbelt,drewforthapistol,andcockedit.

           Milady,paleasacorpse,endeavoredtocryout;butherswollentonguecouldutternomorethanahoarsesoundwhichhadnothinghumaninitandresembledtherattleofawildbeast.

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