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Captivity: The Second Day

           "Then,"saidFelton,whobecameimpatient,"sayyourself,madame,whattreatmentyouwishfollowed."

           "Eh,howcanItell?MyGod!IknowthatIsuffer,that’sall.Givemeanythingyoulike,itisoflittleconsequence."

           "GoandfetchLorddeWinter,"saidFelton,tiredoftheseeternalcomplaints.

           "Oh,no,no!"criedMilady;"no,sir,donotcallhim,Iconjureyou.Iamwell,Iwantnothing;donotcallhim."

           Shegavesomuchvehemence,suchmagneticeloquencetothisexclamation,thatFeltoninspiteofhimselfadvancedsomestepsintotheroom.

           "Hehascome!"thoughtMilady.

           "Meanwhile,madame,ifyoureallysuffer,"saidFelton,"aphysicianshallbesentfor;andifyoudeceiveuswell,itwillbetheworseforyou.Butatleastweshallnothavetoreproachourselveswithanything."

           Miladymadenoreply,butturningherbeautifulheadrounduponherpillow,sheburstintotears,andutteredheartbreakingsobs.

           Feltonsurveyedherforaninstantwithhisusualimpassiveness;then,seeingthatthecrisisthreatenedtobeprolonged,hewentout.Thewomanfollowedhim,andLorddeWinterdidnotappear.

           "IfancyIbegintoseemyway,"murmuredMilady,withasavagejoy,buryingherselfundertheclothestoconcealfromanybodywhomightbewatchingherthisburstofinwardsatisfaction.

           Twohourspassedaway.

           "Nowitistimethatthemaladyshouldbeover,"saidshe;"letmerise,andobtainsomesuccessthisveryday.Ihavebuttendays,andthiseveningtwoofthemwillbegone."

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