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The Promise.

           

           "Speak,doctorIamlistening,"saidVillefort;"strikeIampreparedforeverything!"

           "MadamedeSaint–Meranwas,doubtless,advancinginyears,butsheenjoyedexcellenthealth."Morrelbeganagaintobreathefreely,whichhehadnotdoneduringthelasttenminutes.

           "Griefhasconsumedher,"saidVillefort—"yes,grief,doctor!Afterlivingfortyyearswiththemarquis"—

           "Itisnotgrief,mydearVillefort,"saidthedoctor;"griefmaykill,althoughitrarelydoes,andneverinaday,neverinanhour,neverintenminutes."Villefortanswerednothing,hesimplyraisedhishead,whichhadbeencastdownbefore,andlookedatthedoctorwithamazement.

           "Wereyoupresentduringthelaststruggle?"askedM.d’Avrigny.

           "Iwas,"repliedtheprocureur;"youbeggedmenottoleave."

           "DidyounoticethesymptomsofthediseasetowhichMadamedeSaint–Meranhasfallenavictim?"

           "Idid.MadamedeSaint–Meranhadthreesuccessiveattacks,atintervalsofsomeminutes,eachonemoreseriousthantheformer.Whenyouarrived,MadamedeSaint–Meranhadalreadybeenpantingforbreathsomeminutes;shethenhadafit,whichItooktobesimplyanervousattack,anditwasonlywhenIsawherraiseherselfinthebed,andherlimbsandneckappearstiffened,thatIbecamereallyalarmed.ThenIunderstoodfromyourcountenancetherewasmoretofearthanIhadthought.

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