Граф Монте-Крісто

Madame de Saint–Meran.

           d’Epinayreturn?"

           "Weexpecthimeverymoment."

           "Itiswell.Assoonashearrivesinformme.Wemustbeexpeditious.AndthenIalsowishtoseeanotary,thatImaybeassuredthatallourpropertyreturnstoValentine."

           "Ah,grandmamma,"murmuredValentine,pressingherlipsontheburningbrow,"doyouwishtokillme?Oh,howfeverishyouare;wemustnotsendforanotary,butforadoctor."

           "Adoctor?"saidshe,shrugginghershoulders,"Iamnotill;Iamthirstythatisall."

           "Whatareyoudrinking,deargrandmamma?"

           "Thesameasusual,mydear,myglassisthereonthetablegiveittome,Valentine."Valentinepouredtheorangeadeintoaglassandgaveittohergrandmotherwithacertaindegreeofdread,foritwasthesameglassshefanciedthathadbeentouchedbythespectre.Themarchionessdrainedtheglassatasingledraught,andthenturnedonherpillow,repeating"Thenotary,thenotary!"

           M.deVillefortlefttheroom,andValentineseatedherselfatthebedsideofhergrandmother.Thepoorchildappearedherselftorequirethedoctorshehadrecommendedtoheragedrelative.Abrightspotburnedineithercheek,herrespirationwasshortanddifficult,andherpulsebeatwithfeverishexcitement.ShewasthinkingofthedespairofMaximilian,whenheshouldbeinformedthatMadamedeSaint–Meran,insteadofbeinganally,wasunconsciouslyactingashisenemy.

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