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- Александр Дюма
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"
You
left
it
somewhere
,
then
,
in
the
meantime
?
"
"
Yes
;
I
left
it
in
the
pantry
,
because
I
was
called
away
.
"
"
Who
brought
it
into
this
room
,
then
?
"
"
Mademoiselle
Valentine
.
"
D'Avrigny
struck
his
forehead
with
his
hand
.
"
Gracious
heaven
,
"
exclaimed
he
.
"
Doctor
,
doctor
!
"
cried
Barrois
,
who
felt
another
fit
coming
.
"
Will
they
never
bring
that
emetic
?
"
asked
the
doctor
.
"
Here
is
a
glass
with
one
already
prepared
,
"
said
Villefort
,
entering
the
room
.
"
Who
prepared
it
?
"
"
The
chemist
who
came
here
with
me
.
"
"
Drink
it
,
"
said
the
doctor
to
Barrois
.
"
Impossible
,
doctor
;
it
is
too
late
;
my
throat
is
closing
up
.
I
am
choking
!
Oh
,
my
heart
!
Ah
,
my
head
!
--
Oh
,
what
agony
!
--
Shall
I
suffer
like
this
long
?
"
