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Captivity: The First Day

           "Oh,Iwillbeamatchforyou!"murmuredMilady,betweenherteeth;"beassuredofthat,youpoorspoiledmonk,youpoorconvertedsoldier,whohascuthisuniformoutofamonk’sfrock!"

           "Bytheway,"resumeddeWinter,stoppingatthethresholdofthedoor,"youmustnot,Milady,letthischecktakeawayyourappetite.Tastethatfowlandthosefish.Onmyhonor,theyarenotpoisoned.Ihaveaverygoodcook,andheisnottobemyheir;Ihavefullandperfectconfidenceinhim.DoasIdo.Adieu,dearsister,tillyournextswoon!"

           ThiswasallthatMiladycouldendure.Herhandsclutchedherarmchair;shegroundherteethinwardly;hereyesfollowedthemotionofthedoorasitclosedbehindLorddeWinterandFelton,andthemomentshewasaloneafreshfitofdespairseizedher.Shecasthereyesuponthetable,sawtheglitteringofaknife,rushedtowarditandclutchedit;butherdisappointmentwascruel.Thebladewasround,andofflexiblesilver.

           Aburstoflaughterresoundedfromtheothersideoftheill-closeddoor,andthedoorreopened.

           "Ha,ha!"criedLorddeWinter;"ha,ha!Don’tyousee,mybraveFelton;don’tyouseewhatItoldyou?Thatknifewasforyou,mylad;shewouldhavekilledyou.Observe,thisisoneofherpeculiarities,togetridthus,afteronefashionoranother,ofallthepeoplewhobotherher.IfIhadlistenedtoyou,theknifewouldhavebeenpointedandofsteel.ThennomoreofFelton;shewouldhavecutyourthroat,andafterthateverybodyelse’s.

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