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Captivity: The Third Day

           "Yes,pray,accursedwoman!"criedthebaron;"yourprayerissomuchthemoregenerousfromyourbeing,Isweartoyou,inthepowerofamanwhowillneverpardonyou!"andhewentout.

           Atthemomenthewentoutapiercingglancedartedthroughtheopeningofthenearlycloseddoor,andsheperceivedFelton,whodrewquicklytoonesidetopreventbeingseenbyher.

           Thenshethrewherselfuponherknees,andbegantopray.

           "MyGod,myGod!"saidshe,"thouknowestinwhatholycauseIsuffer;giveme,then,strengthtosuffer."

           Thedooropenedgently;thebeautifulsupplicantpretendednottohearthenoise,andinavoicebrokenbytears,shecontinued:

           "Godofvengeance!Godofgoodness!wiltthouallowthefrightfulprojectsofthismantobeaccomplished?"

           ThenonlyshepretendedtohearthesoundofFelton’ssteps,andrisingquickasthought,sheblushed,asifashamedofbeingsurprisedonherknees.

           "Idonotliketodisturbthosewhopray,madame,"saidFelton,seriously;"donotdisturbyourselfonmyaccount,Ibeseechyou."

           "HowdoyouknowIwaspraying,sir?"saidMilady,inavoicebrokenbysobs."Youweredeceived,sir;Iwasnotpraying."

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