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"
An
extreme
nervous
excitement
and
a
strangely
agitated
sleep
;
she
fancied
this
morning
in
her
sleep
that
her
soul
was
hovering
above
her
body
,
which
she
at
the
same
time
watched
.
It
must
have
been
delirium
;
she
fancies
,
too
,
that
she
saw
a
phantom
enter
her
chamber
and
even
heard
the
noise
it
made
on
touching
her
glass
.
"
"
It
is
singular
,
"
said
the
doctor
;
"
I
was
not
aware
that
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
was
subject
to
such
hallucinations
.
"
"
It
is
the
first
time
I
ever
saw
her
in
this
condition
,
"
said
Valentine
;
"
and
this
morning
she
frightened
me
so
that
I
thought
her
mad
;
and
my
father
,
who
you
know
is
a
strong-minded
man
,
himself
appeared
deeply
impressed
.
"
"
We
will
go
and
see
,
"
said
the
doctor
;
"
what
you
tell
me
seems
very
strange
.
"
The
notary
here
descended
,
and
Valentine
was
informed
that
her
grandmother
was
alone
.
"
Go
upstairs
,
"
she
said
to
the
doctor
.
"
And
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
dare
not
--
she
forbade
my
sending
for
you
;
and
,
as
you
say
,
I
am
myself
agitated
,
feverish
and
out
of
sorts
.
I
will
go
and
take
a
turn
in
the
garden
to
recover
myself
"
The
doctor
pressed
Valentine
's
hand
,
and
while
he
visited
her
grandmother
,
she
descended
the
steps
.
We
need
not
say
which
portion
of
the
garden
was
her
favorite
walk
.
After
remaining
for
a
short
time
in
the
parterre
surrounding
the
house
,
and
gathering
a
rose
to
place
in
her
waist
or
hair
,
she
turned
into
the
dark
avenue
which
led
to
the
bench
;
then
from
the
bench
she
went
to
the
gate
.
As
usual
,
Valentine
strolled
for
a
short
time
among
her
flowers
,
but
without
gathering
them
.
The
mourning
in
her
heart
forbade
her
assuming
this
simple
ornament
,
though
she
had
not
yet
had
time
to
put
on
the
outward
semblance
of
woe
.
She
then
turned
towards
the
avenue
.
As
she
advanced
she
fancied
she
heard
a
voice
speaking
her
name
.
She
stopped
astonished
,
then
the
voice
reached
her
ear
more
distinctly
,
and
she
recognized
it
to
be
that
of
Maximilian
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
Maximilian
Morrel
,
who
had
passed
a
wretched
existence
since
the
previous
day
.
With
the
instinct
peculiar
to
lovers
he
had
anticipated
after
the
return
of
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
and
the
death
of
the
marquis
,
that
something
would
occur
at
M.
de
Villefort
's
in
connection
with
his
attachment
for
Valentine
.
His
presentiments
were
realized
,
as
we
shall
see
,
and
his
uneasy
forebodings
had
goaded
him
pale
and
trembling
to
the
gate
under
the
chestnut-trees
.
Valentine
was
ignorant
of
the
cause
of
this
sorrow
and
anxiety
,
and
as
it
was
not
his
accustomed
hour
for
visiting
her
,
she
had
gone
to
the
spot
simply
by
accident
or
perhaps
through
sympathy
.
Morrel
called
her
,
and
she
ran
to
the
gate
.
"
You
here
at
this
hour
?
"
said
she
.
"
Yes
,
my
poor
girl
,
"
replied
Morrel
;
"
I
come
to
bring
and
to
hear
bad
tidings
.
"
"
This
is
,
indeed
,
a
house
of
mourning
,
"
said
Valentine
;
"
speak
,
Maximilian
,
although
the
cup
of
sorrow
seems
already
full
.
"
"
Dear
Valentine
,
"
said
Morrel
,
endeavoring
to
conceal
his
own
emotion
,
"
listen
,
I
entreat
you
;
what
I
am
about
to
say
is
very
serious
.
When
are
you
to
be
married
?
"
