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Captivity: The Third Day

           "Oh,notaword,"saidsheinaconcentratedvoice,"notawordofallthatIhavesaidtoyoutothisman,orIamlost,anditwouldbeyouyou—"

           Thenasthestepsdrewnear,shebecamesilentforfearofbeingheard,applying,withagestureofinfiniteterror,herbeautifulhandtoFelton’smouth.

           FeltongentlyrepulsedMilady,andshesankintoachair.

           LorddeWinterpassedbeforethedoorwithoutstopping,andtheyheardthenoiseofhisfootstepssoondieaway.

           Felton,aspaleasdeath,remainedsomeinstantswithhisearbentandlistening;then,whenthesoundwasquiteextinct,hebreathedlikeamanawakingfromadream,andrushedoutoftheapartment.

           "Ah!"saidMilady,listeninginherturntothenoiseofFelton’ssteps,whichwithdrewinadirectionoppositetothoseofLorddeWinter;"atlengthyouaremine!"

           Thenherbrowdarkened."Ifhetellsthebaron,"saidshe,"Iamlostforthebaron,whoknowsverywellthatIshallnotkillmyself,willplacemebeforehimwithaknifeinmyhand,andhewilldiscoverthatallthisdespairisbutacted."

           Sheplacedherselfbeforetheglass,andregardedherselfattentively;neverhadsheappearedmorebeautiful.

           "Oh,yes,"saidshe,smiling,"butwewon’ttellhim!"

           IntheeveningLorddeWinteraccompaniedthesupper.

           "Sir,"saidMilady,"isyourpresenceanindispensableaccessoryofmycaptivity?Couldyounotsparemetheincreaseoftorturewhichyourvisitscauseme?"

           "How,dearsister!"saidLorddeWinter.

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