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"
Sire
,
"
replied
Villefort
,
bowing
,
"
in
an
hour
I
shall
have
quitted
Paris
.
"
"
Go
,
sir
,
"
said
the
king
;
"
and
should
I
forget
you
(
kings
'
memories
are
short
)
,
do
not
be
afraid
to
bring
yourself
to
my
recollection
.
Baron
,
send
for
the
minister
of
war
.
Blacas
,
remain
.
"
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
said
the
minister
of
police
to
Villefort
,
as
they
left
the
Tuileries
,
"
you
entered
by
luck
's
door
--
your
fortune
is
made
.
"
"
Will
it
be
long
first
?
"
muttered
Villefort
,
saluting
the
minister
,
whose
career
was
ended
,
and
looking
about
him
for
a
hackney-coach
.
One
passed
at
the
moment
,
which
he
hailed
;
he
gave
his
address
to
the
driver
,
and
springing
in
,
threw
himself
on
the
seat
,
and
gave
loose
to
dreams
of
ambition
.
Ten
minutes
afterwards
Villefort
reached
his
hotel
,
ordered
horses
to
be
ready
in
two
hours
,
and
asked
to
have
his
breakfast
brought
to
him
.
He
was
about
to
begin
his
repast
when
the
sound
of
the
bell
rang
sharp
and
loud
.
The
valet
opened
the
door
,
and
Villefort
heard
some
one
speak
his
name
.
"
Who
could
know
that
I
was
here
already
?
"
said
the
young
man
.
The
valet
entered
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Villefort
,
"
what
is
it
?
--
Who
rang
?
--
Who
asked
for
me
?
"
"
A
stranger
who
will
not
send
in
his
name
.
"
"
A
stranger
who
will
not
send
in
his
name
!
What
can
he
want
with
me
?
"
"
He
wishes
to
speak
to
you
.
"
