I felt my strength fail, and this time it was not my sleep that enabled the coward to prevail, but my swoon." Felton listened without uttering any word or sound, except an inward expression of agony.

The sweat streamed down his marble forehead, and his hand, under his coat, tore his breast.
"My first impulse, on coming to myself, was to feel under my pillow for the knife I had not been able to reach; if it had not been useful for defense, it might at least serve for expiation.
"But on taking this knife, Felton, a terrible idea occurred to me.

I have sworn to tell you all, and I will tell you all.

I have promised you the truth; I will tell it, were it to destroy me." "The idea came into your mind to avenge yourself on this man, did it not ?" cried Felton.
"Yes," said Milady.

"The idea was not that of a Christian, I knew; but without doubt, that eternal enemy of our souls, that lion roaring constantly around us, breathed it into my mind.