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The Will.

           Noirtier,youintendleavingyourfortunetoyourgrandson,EdwarddeVillefort?"Thewinkingoftheeyeswhichansweredthisspeechwasmostdecidedandterrible,andexpressedafeelingalmostamountingtohatred.

           "No?"saidthenotary;"then,perhaps,itistoyourson,M.deVillefort?"

           "No."Thetwonotarieslookedateachotherinmuteastonishmentandinquiryastowhatweretherealintentionsofthetestator.Villefortandhiswifebothgrewred,onefromshame,theotherfromanger.

           "Whathavewealldone,then,deargrandpapa?"saidValentine;"younolongerseemtoloveanyofus?"Theoldman’seyespassedrapidlyfromVillefortandhiswife,andrestedonValentinewithalookofunutterablefondness."Well,"saidshe;"ifyouloveme,grandpapa,tryandbringthatlovetobearuponyouractionsatthispresentmoment.YouknowmewellenoughtobequitesurethatIhaveneverthoughtofyourfortune;besides,theysayIamalreadyrichinrightofmymothertoorich,even.Explainyourself,then."NoirtierfixedhisintelligenteyesonValentine’shand."Myhand?"saidshe.

           "Yes."

           "Herhand!"exclaimedeveryone.

           "Oh,gentlemen,youseeitisalluseless,andthatmyfather’smindisreallyimpaired,"saidVillefort.

           "Ah,"criedValentinesuddenly,"Iunderstand.

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