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D'Artagnan heard the door close; then the noise of two bolts by which Milady fastened herself in. On her side, but as softly as possible, Kitty turned the key of the lock, and then d'Artagnan opened the closet door. "Oh, good Lord!" said Kitty, in a low voice, "what is the matter with you? How pale you are!" "The abominable creature," murmured d'Artagnan. "Silence, silence, begone!" said Kitty.
Her leanness struck me particularly, as I had seen her when she was very young, before her marriage, when her stoutness was so pronounced that she was called "Fat Milady" in France. Be it that this change was caused by too austere religious practices, or by the sufferings which the misfortunes of her family had made her undergo, the fact was that she had altered beyond recognition.
The first movement of d'Artagnan was to return it, but Milady added, "No, no! Keep that ring for love of me. Besides, in accepting it," she added, in a voice full of emotion, "you render me a much greater service than you imagine." "This woman is full of mysteries," murmured d'Artagnan to himself. At that instant he felt himself ready to reveal all.
At that moment they heard the gallop of a horse. "Oh!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, darting to the window, "can it be he?" Milady remained still in bed, petrified by surprise; so many unexpected things happened to her all at once that for the first time she was at a loss. "He, he!" murmured she; "can it be he?" And she remained in bed with her eyes fixed. "Alas, no!" said Mme.
She could scarcely believe in her happiness; and d'Artagnan was forced to renew with the living voice the assurances which he had written. And whatever might be considering the violent character of Milady the danger which the poor girl incurred in giving this billet to her mistress, she ran back to the Place Royale as fast as her legs could carry her.
"One of your boarders?" said Milady; "oh, my God! Poor woman! I pity her, then." "And you have reason, for she is much to be pitied. Imprisonment, menaces, ill treatment-she has suffered everything. But after all," resumed the abbess, "Monsieur Cardinal has perhaps plausible motives for acting thus; and though she has the look of an angel, we must not always judge people by the appearance."
"Monsieur," said the cardinal, "if Milady de Winter has committed the crimes you lay to her charge, she shall be punished." "She has been punished, monseigneur." "And who has punished her?" "We." "She is in prison?" "She is dead." "Dead!" repeated the cardinal, who could not believe what he heard, "dead! Did you not say she was dead?"
"My friend the cardinal!" cried Milady, seeing that on this point as on the other Lord de Winter seemed well instructed. "Is he not your friend?" replied the baron, negligently. "Ah, pardon! I thought so; but we will return to my Lord Duke presently. Let us not depart from the sentimental turn our conversation had taken. You came, you say, to see me?" "Yes."
The four servants of the musketeers guarded the house; Athos, D'Artagnan, Aramis, Porthos, and De Winter entered. "What do you want?" screamed Milady. "We want Charlotte Backson, first called Countess de la Fère, and afterwards Lady de Winter," said Athos. "M. D'Artagnan, it is for you to accuse her first."
'Well Bridget I can't milady you. We're man and woman and nothing else to-night.... She interrupted. 'I like you to say that. I feel now that WE, at least, are real not social shams. 'Bridget you said you'd never found yet a Real Man to love you. Here's one. He patted his broad chest with his open palm.
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