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"
Oh
,
what
a
clumsy
thing
I
am
,
"
said
she
with
feverish
volubility
;
"
I
do
n't
know
my
way
.
I
forgot
there
were
three
more
steps
before
the
landing
.
"
"
You
have
hurt
yourself
,
perhaps
,
"
said
Morrel
.
"
What
can
I
do
for
you
,
Valentine
?
"
Valentine
looked
around
her
;
she
saw
the
deepest
terror
depicted
in
Noirtier
's
eyes
.
"
Do
n't
worry
,
dear
grandpapa
,
"
said
she
,
endeavoring
to
smile
;
"
it
is
nothing
--
it
is
nothing
;
I
was
giddy
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
Another
attack
of
giddiness
,
"
said
Morrel
,
clasping
his
hands
.
"
Oh
,
attend
to
it
,
Valentine
,
I
entreat
you
.
"
"
But
no
,
"
said
Valentine
--
"
no
,
I
tell
you
it
is
all
past
,
and
it
was
nothing
.
Now
,
let
me
tell
you
some
news
;
Eugenie
is
to
be
married
in
a
week
,
and
in
three
days
there
is
to
be
a
grand
feast
,
a
betrothal
festival
.
We
are
all
invited
,
my
father
,
Madame
de
Villefort
,
and
I
--
at
least
,
I
understood
it
so
.
"
"
When
will
it
be
our
turn
to
think
of
these
things
?
Oh
,
Valentine
,
you
who
have
so
much
influence
over
your
grandpapa
,
try
to
make
him
answer
--
Soon
.
"
"
And
do
you
,
"
said
Valentine
,
"
depend
on
me
to
stimulate
the
tardiness
and
arouse
the
memory
of
grandpapa
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
cried
Morrel
,
"
make
haste
.
So
long
as
you
are
not
mine
,
Valentine
,
I
shall
always
think
I
may
lose
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
replied
Valentine
with
a
convulsive
movement
,
"
oh
,
indeed
,
Maximilian
,
you
are
too
timid
for
an
officer
,
for
a
soldier
who
,
they
say
,
never
knows
fear
.
Ah
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
she
burst
into
a
forced
and
melancholy
laugh
,
her
arms
stiffened
and
twisted
,
her
head
fell
back
on
her
chair
,
and
she
remained
motionless
.
The
cry
of
terror
which
was
stopped
on
Noirtier
's
lips
,
seemed
to
start
from
his
eyes
Morrel
understood
it
;
he
knew
he
must
call
assistance
.
The
young
man
rang
the
bell
violently
;
the
housemaid
who
had
been
in
Mademoiselle
Valentine
's
room
,
and
the
servant
who
had
replaced
Barrois
,
ran
in
at
the
same
moment
.
Valentine
was
so
pale
,
so
cold
,
so
inanimate
that
without
listening
to
what
was
said
to
them
they
were
seized
with
the
fear
which
pervaded
that
house
,
and
they
flew
into
the
passage
crying
for
help
.
Madame
Danglars
and
Eugenie
were
going
out
at
that
moment
;
they
heard
the
cause
of
the
disturbance
.
"
I
told
you
so
!
"
exclaimed
Madame
de
Villefort
.
"
Poor
child
!
"
