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ƽ̨̳ٷַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"I imagined it must be," said Morrel. Valentine looked atthe young man; they heard the street door close, then M. deVillefort locked the garden door, and returned up-stairs. Hestopped a moment in the anteroom, as if hesitating whetherto turn to his own apartment or into Madame deSaint-Meran's; Morrel concealed himself behind a door;Valentine remained motionless, grief seeming to deprive herof all fear. M. de Villefort passed on to his own room."Now," said Valentine, "you can neither go out by the frontdoor nor by the garden." Morrel looked at her withastonishment. "There is but one way left you that is safe,"said she; "it is through my grandfather's room." She rose,"Come," she added. -- "Where?" asked Maximilian."My wife's brother is my brother," said Edmond; "and we,Mercedes and I, should be very sorry if he were absent atsuch a time."

"The fact is, mademoiselle," said Barrois, "I am dying withthirst, and since you are so kind as to offer it me, Icannot say I should at all object to drinking your health ina glass of it."

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"Did you doubt it!"

"Oh, I made no allusion of that kind," replied Morrel.

"But, monsieur, it is very natural," returned Bertuccio,"since it was in this house that my vengeance wasaccomplished."

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"I do not ask you to write to his majesty, but ask M. deSalvieux to do so. I want a letter that will enable me toreach the king's presence without all the formalities ofdemanding an audience; that would occasion a loss ofprecious time."<"What on earth are you talking of?"

"Very well, let us go," said Caderousse; "but I don't wantyour arm at all. Come, Fernand, won't you return toMarseilles with us?"

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"Sixty thousand francs per year. I thought I was right inbelieving that Cavalcanti to be a stingy fellow. How can ayoung man live upon 5,000 francs a month?"

"He appears cool. But, then your word is given."

<"I tell you he will never return. I know his character; heis inflexible in any resolutions formed for his owninterests. If he could have made any use of me, he wouldhave taken me with him; he leaves me in Paris, as ourseparation will conduce to his benefit; -- therefore he hasgone, and I am free forever," added Madame Danglars, in thesame supplicating tone. Debray, instead of answering,allowed her to remain in an attitude of nervous inquiry."Well?" she said at length, "do you not answer me?""I should have liked to have made you the offer of thesehorses. I have almost given them away, as it is; but, as Ibefore said, I was anxious to get rid of them upon anyterms. They were only fit for a young man."

"What do you propose to me, d'Avrigny?" said Villefort indespair; "so soon as another is admitted into our secret, aninquest will become necessary; and an inquest in my house --impossible! Still," continued the procureur, looking at thedoctor with uneasiness, "if you wish it -- if you demand it,why then it shall be done. But, doctor, you see me alreadyso grieved -- how can I introduce into my house so muchscandal, after so much sorrow? My wife and my daughter woulddie of it! And I, doctor -- you know a man does not arriveat the post I occupy -- one has not been king's attorneytwenty-five years without having amassed a tolerable numberof enemies; mine are numerous. Let this affair be talked of,it will be a triumph for them, which will make them rejoice,and cover me with shame. Pardon me, doctor, these worldlyideas; were you a priest I should not dare tell you that,but you are a man, and you know mankind. Doctor, pray recallyour words; you have said nothing, have you?"

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<"Oh, no," said Villefort; "I never ceased to search and toinquire. However, the last two or three years I had allowedmyself some respite. But now I will begin with moreperseverance and fury than ever, since fear urges me, not myconscience.""`"Have you, then, so much confidence in your servant thatyou can intrust him with a secret you will not allow me toknow?"

"That depends; when do you leave?"

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