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"
A
very
simple
one
,
"
said
Valentine
.
"
I
swallow
every
morning
a
spoonful
of
the
mixture
prepared
for
my
grandfather
.
When
I
say
one
spoonful
,
I
began
by
one
--
now
I
take
four
.
Grandpapa
says
it
is
a
panacea
.
"
Valentine
smiled
,
but
it
was
evident
that
she
suffered
.
Maximilian
,
in
his
devotedness
,
gazed
silently
at
her
.
She
was
very
beautiful
,
but
her
usual
pallor
had
increased
;
her
eyes
were
more
brilliant
than
ever
,
and
her
hands
,
which
were
generally
white
like
mother-of-pearl
,
now
more
resembled
wax
,
to
which
time
was
adding
a
yellowish
hue
.
From
Valentine
the
young
man
looked
towards
Noirtier
.
The
latter
watched
with
strange
and
deep
interest
the
young
girl
,
absorbed
by
her
affection
,
and
he
also
,
like
Morrel
,
followed
those
traces
of
inward
suffering
which
was
so
little
perceptible
to
a
common
observer
that
they
escaped
the
notice
of
every
one
but
the
grandfather
and
the
lover
.
"
But
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
I
thought
this
mixture
,
of
which
you
now
take
four
spoonfuls
,
was
prepared
for
M.
Noirtier
?
"
"
I
know
it
is
very
bitter
,
"
said
Valentine
;
"
so
bitter
,
that
all
I
drink
afterwards
appears
to
have
the
same
taste
.
"
Noirtier
looked
inquiringly
at
his
granddaughter
.
"
Yes
,
grandpapa
,
"
said
Valentine
;
"
it
is
so
.
Just
now
,
before
I
came
down
to
you
,
I
drank
a
glass
of
sugared
water
;
I
left
half
,
because
it
seemed
so
bitter
.
"
Noirtier
turned
pale
,
and
made
a
sign
that
he
wished
to
speak
.
Valentine
rose
to
fetch
the
dictionary
.
Noirtier
watched
her
with
evident
anguish
.
In
fact
,
the
blood
was
rushing
to
the
young
girl
's
head
already
,
her
cheeks
were
becoming
red
.
"
Oh
,
"
cried
she
,
without
losing
any
of
her
cheerfulness
,
"
this
is
singular
!
I
ca
n't
see
!
Did
the
sun
shine
in
my
eyes
?
"
And
she
leaned
against
the
window
.
"
The
sun
is
not
shining
,
"
said
Morrel
,
more
alarmed
by
Noirtier
's
expression
than
by
Valentine
's
indisposition
.
He
ran
towards
her
.
The
young
girl
smiled
.
"
Cheer
up
,
"
said
she
to
Noirtier
.
"
Do
not
be
alarmed
,
Maximilian
;
it
is
nothing
,
and
has
already
passed
away
.
But
listen
!
Do
I
not
hear
a
carriage
in
the
court-yard
?
"
She
opened
Noirtier
's
door
,
ran
to
a
window
in
the
passage
,
and
returned
hastily
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
she
,
"
it
is
Madame
Danglars
and
her
daughter
,
who
have
come
to
call
on
us
.
Good-by
;
--
I
must
run
away
,
for
they
would
send
here
for
me
,
or
,
rather
,
farewell
till
I
see
you
again
.
Stay
with
grandpapa
,
Maximilian
;
I
promise
you
not
to
persuade
them
to
stay
.
"
Morrel
watched
her
as
she
left
the
room
;
he
heard
her
ascend
the
little
staircase
which
led
both
to
Madame
de
Villefort
's
apartments
and
to
hers
.
As
soon
as
she
was
gone
,
Noirtier
made
a
sign
to
Morrel
to
take
the
dictionary
.
Morrel
obeyed
;
guided
by
Valentine
,
he
had
learned
how
to
understand
the
old
man
quickly
.
Accustomed
,
however
,
as
he
was
to
the
work
,
he
had
to
repeat
most
of
the
letters
of
the
alphabet
and
to
find
every
word
in
the
dictionary
,
so
that
it
was
ten
minutes
before
the
thought
of
the
old
man
was
translated
by
these
words
,
"
Fetch
the
glass
of
water
and
the
decanter
from
Valentine
's
room
.
"
Morrel
rang
immediately
for
the
servant
who
had
taken
Barrois
's
situation
,
and
in
Noirtier
's
name
gave
that
order
.
The
servant
soon
returned
.
The
decanter
and
the
glass
were
completely
empty
.
Noirtier
made
a
sign
that
he
wished
to
speak
.
"
Why
are
the
glass
and
decanter
empty
?
"
asked
he
;
"
Valentine
said
she
only
drank
half
the
glassful
.
"
The
translation
of
this
new
question
occupied
another
five
minutes
.
"
I
do
not
know
,
"
said
the
servant
,
"
but
the
housemaid
is
in
Mademoiselle
Valentine
's
room
:
perhaps
she
has
emptied
them
.
"
"
Ask
her
,
"
said
Morrel
,
translating
Noirtier
's
thought
this
time
by
his
look
.
The
servant
went
out
,
but
returned
almost
immediately
.
"
Mademoiselle
Valentine
passed
through
the
room
to
go
to
Madame
de
Villefort
's
,
"
said
he
;
"
and
in
passing
,
as
she
was
thirsty
,
she
drank
what
remained
in
the
glass
;
as
for
the
decanter
,
Master
Edward
had
emptied
that
to
make
a
pond
for
his
ducks
.
"
Noirtier
raised
his
eyes
to
heaven
,
as
a
gambler
does
who
stakes
his
all
on
one
stroke
.
From
that
moment
the
old
man
's
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
door
,
and
did
not
quit
it
.
