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The Will.

           Valentine,whenhernamewasmadethesubjectofdiscussion,hadsteppedback,toescapeunpleasantobservation;hereyeswerecastdown,andshewascrying.Theoldmanlookedatherforaninstantwithanexpressionofthedeepesttenderness,then,turningtowardsthenotary,hesignificantlywinkedhiseyeintokenofdissent.

           "What,"saidthenotary,"doyounotintendmakingMademoiselleValentinedeVillefortyourresiduarylegatee?"

           "No."

           "Youarenotmakinganymistake,areyou?"saidthenotary;"youreallymeantodeclarethatsuchisnotyourintention?"

           "No,"repeatedNoirtier;"No."Valentineraisedherhead,struckdumbwithastonishment.Itwasnotsomuchtheconvictionthatshewasdisinheritedthatcausedhergrief,buthertotalinabilitytoaccountforthefeelingswhichhadprovokedhergrandfathertosuchanact.ButNoirtierlookedatherwithsomuchaffectionatetendernessthatsheexclaimed,"Oh,grandpapa,Iseenowthatitisonlyyourfortuneofwhichyoudepriveme;youstillleavemethelovewhichIhavealwaysenjoyed."

           "Ah,yes,mostassuredly,"saidtheeyesoftheparalytic,forheclosedthemwithanexpressionwhichValentinecouldnotmistake."Thankyou,thankyou,"murmuredshe.Theoldman’sdeclarationthatValentinewasnotthedestinedinheritorofhisfortunehadexcitedthehopesofMadamedeVillefort;shegraduallyapproachedtheinvalid,andsaid:"Then,doubtless,dearM.

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