Milady dreamed that she at length had d’Artagnan in her power, that she was present at his execution; and it was the sight of his odious blood, flowing beneath the ax of the headsman, which spread that charming smile upon her lips.
Milady soñaba que por fin tenía a D'Artagnan, que asistía a su suplicio, y era la vista de su sangre odiosa corriendo bajo el hacha del verdugo lo que dibujaba aquella encantadora sonrisa sobre sus labios.