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"
What
have
you
eaten
today
?
"
"
I
have
eaten
nothing
;
I
only
drank
a
glass
of
my
master
's
lemonade
--
that
's
all
;
"
and
Barrois
turned
towards
Noirtier
,
who
,
immovably
fixed
in
his
arm-chair
,
was
contemplating
this
terrible
scene
without
allowing
a
word
or
a
movement
to
escape
him
.
"
Where
is
this
lemonade
?
"
asked
the
doctor
eagerly
.
"
Down-stairs
in
the
decanter
.
"
"
Whereabouts
downstairs
?
"
"
In
the
kitchen
.
"
"
Shall
I
go
and
fetch
it
,
doctor
?
"
inquired
Villefort
.
"
No
,
stay
here
and
try
to
make
Barrois
drink
the
rest
of
this
glass
of
ether
and
water
.
I
will
go
myself
and
fetch
the
lemonade
.
"
D'Avrigny
bounded
towards
the
door
,
flew
down
the
back
staircase
,
and
almost
knocked
down
Madame
de
Villefort
,
in
his
haste
,
who
was
herself
going
down
to
the
kitchen
.
She
cried
out
,
but
d'Avrigny
paid
no
attention
to
her
;
possessed
with
but
one
idea
,
he
cleared
the
last
four
steps
with
a
bound
,
and
rushed
into
the
kitchen
,
where
he
saw
the
decanter
about
three
parts
empty
still
standing
on
the
waiter
,
where
it
had
been
left
.
He
darted
upon
it
as
an
eagle
would
seize
upon
its
prey
.
Panting
with
loss
of
breath
,
he
returned
to
the
room
he
had
just
left
.
Madame
de
Villefort
was
slowly
ascending
the
steps
which
led
to
her
room
.
"
Is
this
the
decanter
you
spoke
of
?
"
asked
d'Avrigny
.
"
Yes
,
doctor
.
"
"
Is
this
the
same
lemonade
of
which
you
partook
?
"
