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"
Oh
,
heavens
,
"
exclaimed
Valentine
,
wiping
off
the
drops
which
ran
down
her
forehead
.
Midnight
struck
slowly
and
sadly
;
every
hour
seemed
to
strike
with
leaden
weight
upon
the
heart
of
the
poor
girl
.
"
Valentine
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
summon
up
all
your
courage
;
still
the
beatings
of
your
heart
;
do
not
let
a
sound
escape
you
,
and
feign
to
be
asleep
;
then
you
will
see
.
"
Valentine
seized
the
count
's
hand
.
"
I
think
I
hear
a
noise
,
"
she
said
;
"
leave
me
.
"
"
Good-by
,
for
the
present
,
"
replied
the
count
,
walking
upon
tiptoe
towards
the
library
door
,
and
smiling
with
an
expression
so
sad
and
paternal
that
the
young
girl
's
heart
was
filled
with
gratitude
.
Before
closing
the
door
he
turned
around
once
more
,
and
said
,
"
Not
a
movement
--
not
a
word
;
let
them
think
you
asleep
,
or
perhaps
you
may
be
killed
before
I
have
the
power
of
helping
you
.
"
And
with
this
fearful
injunction
the
count
disappeared
through
the
door
,
which
noiselessly
closed
after
him
.
Valentine
was
alone
;
two
other
clocks
,
slower
than
that
of
Saint
--
Philippe
du
Roule
,
struck
the
hour
of
midnight
from
different
directions
,
and
excepting
the
rumbling
of
a
few
carriages
all
was
silent
.
Then
Valentine
's
attention
was
engrossed
by
the
clock
in
her
room
,
which
marked
the
seconds
.
She
began
counting
them
,
remarking
that
they
were
much
slower
than
the
beatings
of
her
heart
;
and
still
she
doubted
--
the
inoffensive
Valentine
could
not
imagine
that
any
one
should
desire
her
death
.
Why
should
they
?
To
what
end
?
What
had
she
done
to
excite
the
malice
of
an
enemy
?
There
was
no
fear
of
her
falling
asleep
.
One
terrible
idea
pressed
upon
her
mind
--
that
some
one
existed
in
the
world
who
had
attempted
to
assassinate
her
,
and
who
was
about
to
endeavor
to
do
so
again
.
Supposing
this
person
,
wearied
at
the
inefficacy
of
the
poison
,
should
,
as
Monte
Cristo
intimated
,
have
recourse
to
steel
!
--
What
if
the
count
should
have
no
time
to
run
to
her
rescue
!
--
What
if
her
last
moments
were
approaching
,
and
she
should
never
again
see
Morrel
!
When
this
terrible
chain
of
ideas
presented
itself
,
Valentine
was
nearly
persuaded
to
ring
the
bell
,
and
call
for
help
.
But
through
the
door
she
fancied
she
saw
the
luminous
eye
of
the
count
--
that
eye
which
lived
in
her
memory
,
and
the
recollection
overwhelmed
her
with
so
much
shame
that
she
asked
herself
whether
any
amount
of
gratitude
could
ever
repay
his
adventurous
and
devoted
friendship
.
Twenty
minutes
,
twenty
tedious
minutes
,
passed
thus
,
then
ten
more
,
and
at
last
the
clock
struck
the
half-hour
.
Just
then
the
sound
of
finger-nails
slightly
grating
against
the
door
of
the
library
informed
Valentine
that
the
count
was
still
watching
,
and
recommended
her
to
do
the
same
;
at
the
same
time
,
on
the
opposite
side
,
that
is
towards
Edward
's
room
,
Valentine
fancied
that
she
heard
the
creaking
of
the
floor
;
she
listened
attentively
,
holding
her
breath
till
she
was
nearly
suffocated
;
the
lock
turned
,
and
the
door
slowly
opened
.
Valentine
had
raised
herself
upon
her
elbow
,
and
had
scarcely
time
to
throw
herself
down
on
the
bed
and
shade
her
eyes
with
her
arm
;
then
,
trembling
,
agitated
,
and
her
heart
beating
with
indescribable
terror
,
she
awaited
the
event
.
Some
one
approached
the
bed
and
drew
back
the
curtains
.
Valentine
summoned
every
effort
,
and
breathed
with
that
regular
respiration
which
announces
tranquil
sleep
.
"
Valentine
!
"
said
a
low
voice
.
Still
silent
:
Valentine
had
promised
not
to
awake
.
Then
everything
was
still
,
excepting
that
Valentine
heard
the
almost
noiseless
sound
of
some
liquid
being
poured
into
the
glass
she
had
just
emptied
.
Then
she
ventured
to
open
her
eyelids
,
and
glance
over
her
extended
arm
.
She
saw
a
woman
in
a
white
dressing-gown
pouring
a
liquor
from
a
phial
into
her
glass
.
During
this
short
time
Valentine
must
have
held
her
breath
,
or
moved
in
some
slight
degree
,
for
the
woman
,
disturbed
,
stopped
and
leaned
over
the
bed
,
in
order
the
better
to
ascertain
whether
Valentine
slept
--
it
was
Madame
de
Villefort
.
On
recognizing
her
step-mother
,
Valentine
could
not
repress
a
shudder
,
which
caused
a
vibration
in
the
bed
.
Madame
de
Villefort
instantly
stepped
back
close
to
the
wall
,
and
there
,
shaded
by
the
bed-curtains
,
she
silently
and
attentively
watched
the
slightest
movement
of
Valentine
.
The
latter
recollected
the
terrible
caution
of
Monte
Cristo
;
she
fancied
that
the
hand
not
holding
the
phial
clasped
a
long
sharp
knife
.
Then
collecting
all
her
remaining
strength
,
she
forced
herself
to
close
her
eyes
;
but
this
simple
operation
upon
the
most
delicate
organs
of
our
frame
,
generally
so
easy
to
accomplish
,
became
almost
impossible
at
this
moment
,
so
much
did
curiosity
struggle
to
retain
the
eyelid
open
and
learn
the
truth
.
Madame
de
Villefort
,
however
,
reassured
by
the
silence
,
which
was
alone
disturbed
by
the
regular
breathing
of
Valentine
,
again
extended
her
hand
,
and
half
hidden
by
the
curtains
succeeded
in
emptying
the
contents
of
the
phial
into
the
glass
.
Then
she
retired
so
gently
that
Valentine
did
not
know
she
had
left
the
room
.
She
only
witnessed
the
withdrawal
of
the
arm
--
the
fair
round
arm
of
a
woman
but
twenty-five
years
old
,
and
who
yet
spread
death
around
her
.
It
is
impossible
to
describe
the
sensations
experienced
by
Valentine
during
the
minute
and
a
half
Madame
de
Villefort
remained
in
the
room
.
The
grating
against
the
library-door
aroused
the
young
girl
from
the
stupor
in
which
she
was
plunged
,
and
which
almost
amounted
to
insensibility
.
She
raised
her
head
with
an
effort
.
The
noiseless
door
again
turned
on
its
hinges
,
and
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
reappeared
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
"
do
you
still
doubt
?
"
"
Oh
,
"
murmured
the
young
girl
.
