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"What are these things?" replied Anne, with queen-like dignity, extending toward the open coffer an arm, despite the lapse of years, still beautiful. "These two letters are the only ones I ever wrote to him. This knife is the knife with which Felton stabbed him. Read the letters and see if I have lied or spoken the truth."
"Haste! haste!" said Felton; "do you not see that each of your words burns me like molten lead?" "Then," continued Milady, "then I collected all my strength; I recalled to my mind that the moment of vengeance, or rather, of justice, had struck.
Here the servant opened the door, ushering in a farm laborer. "Good-evening, Abner," said the doctor, recognizing him, as, indeed, he knew every face within half a dozen miles. "Anything amiss at home?" "Mrs. Felton is took with spasms," said Abner. "Can you come right over?" "What have you done for her?" "Put her feet in warm water, and put her to bed. Can you come right over?"
"Pardieu! because I have sent my cartel, gauntlet, and defiance to Sir John Chandos and to Sir William Felton." "To Chandos? In God's name, Oliver, why have you done this?" "Because he and the other have used me despitefully." "And how?" "Because they have passed me over in choosing those who should joust for England.
The soldier replied that he was, and that he had given orders to be informed if the prisoner wished to speak to him. Milady replied that she was too weak at present, and that her only desire was to be left alone. The soldier went out, leaving the dinner served. Felton was sent away. The marines were removed. Felton was then mistrusted. This was the last blow to the prisoner.
The antithesis between "then" and "now" struck him sharply, as he dismounted. But for that last quarter of an hour with Diana, how jubilantly would he have entered the house! Ten minutes with Lady Felton a dear, chattering woman! and all would have been known. He pictured instinctively the joyous flutter in the house the merry dinner perhaps the toasts.
"Speak to the master, madame," said Felton; "happily I am neither charged with the power of pardoning nor punishing. It is upon one higher placed than I am that God has laid this responsibility." "To you no, to you alone! Listen to me, rather than add to my destruction, rather than add to my ignominy!"
"A knife, which she would return to me through the grating of the door a minute after she had received it," replied Felton. "There is someone, then, concealed here whose throat this amiable lady is desirous of cutting," said de Winter, in an ironical, contemptuous tone. "There is myself," replied Milady. "I have given you the choice between America and Tyburn," replied Lord de Winter.
It had glided down it, tearing the robe, and had penetrated slantingly between the flesh and the ribs. Milady's robe was not the less stained with blood in a second. Milady fell down, and seemed to be in a swoon. Felton snatched away the knife. "See, my Lord," said he, in a deep, gloomy tone, "here is a woman who was under my guard, and who has killed herself!"
"In the hands of the devil, you mean!" cried Buckingham, raising his voice so as to attract the notice of his people, without absolutely shouting. "Sign, my Lord; sign the liberation of Milady de Winter," said Felton, holding out a paper to the duke. "By force? You are joking! Holloa, Patrick!" "Sign, my Lord!" "Never." "Never?"
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