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151ַֻ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Yes; but first give me this letter.""Do you require my services now?" asked d'Avrigny.

"On your honor?"


"In the name of heaven, madame," said Villefort, "where isthe doctor? He was with you just now. You see this is a fitof apoplexy, and he might be saved if he could but be bled!"


"But will no one remain in the house, my lord?" askedBaptistin.

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"No," said Noirtier.

"Ah, that is where the art comes in. To be a great chemistin the East, one must direct chance; and this is to beachieved." -- Madame de Villefort was in deep thought, yetlistened attentively. "But," she exclaimed, suddenly,"arsenic is indelible, indestructible; in whatsoever way itis absorbed, it will be found again in the body of thevictim from the moment when it has been taken in sufficientquantity to cause death."

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"I do not at all wonder at it -- one cannot think ofeverything; but, happily, the Abbe Busoni thought for you."

"I shall expect you, then, in half an hour, baron, andValentine will be ready." Franz bowed and left the room.Scarcely had the door closed, when M. de Villefort sent totell Valentine to be ready in the drawing-room in half anhour, as he expected the notary and M. d'Epinay and hiswitnesses. The news caused a great sensation throughout thehouse; Madame de Villefort would not believe it, andValentine was thunderstruck. She looked around for help, andwould have gone down to her grandfather's room, but on thestairs she met M. de Villefort, who took her arm and led herinto the drawing-room. In the anteroom, Valentine metBarrois, and looked despairingly at the old servant. Amoment later, Madame de Villefort entered the drawing-roomwith her little Edward. It was evident that she had sharedthe grief of the family, for she was pale and lookedfatigued. She sat down, took Edward on her knees, and fromtime to time pressed this child, on whom her affectionsappeared centred, almost convulsively to her bosom. Twocarriages were soon heard to enter the court yard. One wasthe notary's; the other, that of Franz and his friends. In amoment the whole party was assembled. Valentine was so paleone might trace the blue veins from her temples, round hereyes and down her cheeks. Franz was deeply affected.Chateau-Renaud and Albert looked at each other withamazement; the ceremony which was just concluded had notappeared more sorrowful than did that which was about tobegin. Madame de Villefort had placed herself in the shadowbehind a velvet curtain, and as she constantly bent over herchild, it was difficult to read the expression of her face.M. de Villefort was, as usual, unmoved.

"What can you mean?" asked the procureur, alarmed.


<"I know it, but in asking for news, I mean, have you doneanything for me?""Ma foi!" said Chateau-Renaud, "I would rather end my careerlike M. de Morcerf; a pistol-shot seems quite delightfulcompared with this catastrophe."






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