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At
the
same
moment
M.
de
Villefort
's
voice
was
heard
calling
from
his
study
,
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
Morrel
looked
at
Noirtier
who
had
recovered
his
self-command
,
and
with
a
glance
indicated
the
closet
where
once
before
under
somewhat
similar
circumstances
,
he
had
taken
refuge
.
He
had
only
time
to
get
his
hat
and
throw
himself
breathless
into
the
closet
when
the
procureur
's
footstep
was
heard
in
the
passage
.
Villefort
sprang
into
the
room
,
ran
to
Valentine
,
and
took
her
in
his
arms
.
"
A
physician
,
a
physician
--
M.
d'Avrigny
!
"
cried
Villefort
;
"
or
rather
I
will
go
for
him
myself
.
"
He
flew
from
the
apartment
,
and
Morrel
at
the
same
moment
darted
out
at
the
other
door
.
He
had
been
struck
to
the
heart
by
a
frightful
recollection
--
the
conversation
he
had
heard
between
the
doctor
and
Villefort
the
night
of
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
's
death
,
recurred
to
him
;
these
symptoms
,
to
a
less
alarming
extent
,
were
the
same
which
had
preceded
the
death
of
Barrois
.
At
the
same
time
Monte
Cristo
's
voice
seemed
to
resound
in
his
ear
with
the
words
he
had
heard
only
two
hours
before
,
"
Whatever
you
want
,
Morrel
,
come
to
me
;
I
have
great
power
.
"
More
rapidly
than
thought
,
he
darted
down
the
Rue
Matignon
,
and
thence
to
the
Avenue
des
Champs
Elysees
.
Meanwhile
M.
de
Villefort
arrived
in
a
hired
cabriolet
at
M.
d'Avrigny
's
door
.
He
rang
so
violently
that
the
porter
was
alarmed
.
Villefort
ran
up-stairs
without
saying
a
word
.
The
porter
knew
him
,
and
let
him
pass
,
only
calling
to
him
,
"
In
his
study
,
Monsieur
Procureur
--
in
his
study
!
"
Villefort
pushed
,
or
rather
forced
,
the
door
open
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
is
it
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Villefort
,
closing
the
door
after
him
,
"
it
is
I
,
who
am
come
in
my
turn
to
ask
you
if
we
are
quite
alone
.
Doctor
,
my
house
is
accursed
!
"
"
What
?
"
said
the
latter
with
apparent
coolness
,
but
with
deep
emotion
,
"
have
you
another
invalid
?
"
"
Yes
,
doctor
,
"
cried
Villefort
,
clutching
his
hair
,
"
yes
!
"
D'Avrigny
's
look
implied
,
"
I
told
you
it
would
be
so
.
"
Then
he
slowly
uttered
these
words
,
"
Who
is
now
dying
in
your
house
?
What
new
victim
is
going
to
accuse
you
of
weakness
before
God
?
"
A
mournful
sob
burst
from
Villefort
's
heart
;
he
approached
the
doctor
,
and
seizing
his
arm
--
"
Valentine
,
"
said
he
,
"
it
is
Valentine
's
turn
!
"
"
Your
daughter
?
"
cried
d'Avrigny
with
grief
and
surprise
.
"
You
see
you
were
deceived
,
"
murmured
the
magistrate
;
"
come
and
see
her
,
and
on
her
bed
of
agony
entreat
her
pardon
for
having
suspected
her
.
"
"
Each
time
you
have
applied
to
me
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
it
has
been
too
late
;
still
I
will
go
.
But
let
us
make
haste
,
sir
;
with
the
enemies
you
have
to
do
with
there
is
no
time
to
be
lost
.
"
