Граф Монте-Кристо

The Lemonade.

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           MorrellookedtowardsNoirtierforpermissiontoretire.Theoldman,whohadpreservedallhisusualcoolness,madeasigntohimtodoso.TheyoungmanpressedValentine’shandtohislips,andthenleftthehousebyabackstaircase.Atthesamemomentthathequittedtheroom,Villefortandthedoctorenteredbyanoppositedoor.Barroiswasnowshowingsignsofreturningconsciousness.Thecrisisseemedpast,alowmoaningwasheard,andheraisedhimselfononeknee.D’AvrignyandVillefortlaidhimonacouch."Whatdoyouprescribe,doctor?"demandedVillefort."Givemesomewaterandether.Youhavesomeinthehouse,haveyounot?"

           "Yes."

           "Sendforsomeoilofturpentineandtartaremetic."

           Villefortimmediatelydespatchedamessenger."Andnowleteveryoneretire."

           "MustIgotoo?"askedValentinetimidly.

           "Yes,mademoiselle,youespecially,"repliedthedoctorabruptly.

           ValentinelookedatM.d’Avrignywithastonishment,kissedhergrandfatherontheforehead,andlefttheroom.Thedoctorclosedthedoorafterherwithagloomyair."Look,look,doctor,"saidVillefort,"heisquitecomingroundagain;Ireallydonotthink,afterall,itisanythingofconsequence."M.d’Avrignyansweredbyamelancholysmile."Howdoyoufeel,Barrois?"askedhe."Alittlebetter,sir."

           "Willyoudrinksomeofthisetherandwater?"

           "Iwilltry;butdon’ttouchme.

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