You have once before thrown yourself in my path.

I thought I had crushed you, madame; but either I was deceived or hell has resuscitated you!" Milady at these words, which recalled frightful remembrances, hung down her head with a suppressed groan.
"Yes, hell has resuscitated you," continued Athos.

"Hell has made you rich, hell has given you another name, hell has almost made you another face; but it has neither effaced the stains from your soul nor the brand from your body." Milady arose as if moved by a powerful spring, and her eyes flashed lightning.

Athos remained sitting.
"You believed me to be dead, did you not, as I believed you to be?
And the name of Athos as well concealed the Comte de la Fere, as the name Milady Clarik concealed Anne de Breuil.

Was it not so you were called when your honored brother married us?
Our position is truly a strange one," continued Athos, laughing.