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"What must then be done?"

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Then, noticing that Julie was struck with the sound of hisvoice, --

"Woman's, yes; my mother is not woman, but a woman."

"Another rascal like himself, perhaps his accomplice." Thebaroness clasped her hands. "Villefort," she exclaimed inher softest and most captivating manner.

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But, in spite of Albert's hope, the day passed unmarked byany incident, excepting two or three encounters with thecarriage full of Roman peasants. At one of these encounters,accidentally or purposely, Albert's mask fell off. Heinstantly rose and cast the remainder of the bouquets intothe carriage. Doubtless one of the charming females Alberthad detected beneath their coquettish disguise was touchedby his gallantry; for, as the carriage of the two friendspassed her, she threw a bunch of violets. Albert seized it,and as Franz had no reason to suppose it was meant for him,he suffered Albert to retain it. Albert placed it in hisbutton-hole, and the carriage went triumphantly on.

"It is likely."

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"Just so; and now here are 32,500 francs payable shortly;they are all signed by you, and assigned to our house by theholders."

"Who does not love you?" Valentine smiled sadly. "What areyour grandmother's symptoms?"

<"At all events, it is neither you nor I."And Albert, followed by Franz and the count, descended thestaircase, crossed the square chamber, where stood all thebandits, hat in hand. "Peppino," said the brigand chief,"give me the torch."

"And if I refuse to retract, you wish to fight, do you?"said Beauchamp in a calm tone.

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<"Yes," said Noirtier."No; you are, after all, a good companion; I will not detainyou, and will try to cure myself of my ambition."

"I will prevent you."

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