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Then
d'Avrigny
spoke
.
"
And
I
,
too
,
"
he
exclaimed
in
a
low
voice
,
"
I
unite
with
M.
Morrel
in
demanding
justice
for
crime
;
my
blood
boils
at
the
idea
of
having
encouraged
a
murderer
by
my
cowardly
concession
.
"
"
Oh
,
merciful
heavens
!
"
murmured
Villefort
.
Morrel
raised
his
head
,
and
reading
the
eyes
of
the
old
man
,
which
gleamed
with
unnatural
lustre
--
"
Stay
,
"
he
said
,
"
M.
Noirtier
wishes
to
speak
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
indicated
Noirtier
,
with
an
expression
the
more
terrible
,
from
all
his
faculties
being
centred
in
his
glance
.
"
Do
you
know
the
assassin
?
"
asked
Morrel
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Noirtier
.
"
And
will
you
direct
us
?
"
exclaimed
the
young
man
.
"
Listen
,
M.
d'Avrigny
,
listen
!
"
Noirtier
looked
upon
Morrel
with
one
of
those
melancholy
smiles
which
had
so
often
made
Valentine
happy
,
and
thus
fixed
his
attention
.
Then
,
having
riveted
the
eyes
of
his
interlocutor
on
his
own
,
he
glanced
towards
the
door
.
"
Do
you
wish
me
to
leave
?
"
said
Morrel
,
sadly
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Noirtier
.
"
Alas
,
alas
,
sir
,
have
pity
on
me
!
"
