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The Villefort Family Vault.

           "TheseapparentlysimplewordspiercedMorreltotheheart.ThismanhadseenValentine,andspokentoher!Theyoungandhigh-spiritedofficerrequiredallhisstrengthofmindtoresistbreakinghisoath.HetookthearmofChateau–Renaud,andturnedtowardsthevault,wheretheattendantshadalreadyplacedthetwocoffins."Thisisamagnificenthabitation,"saidBeauchamp,lookingtowardsthemausoleum;"asummerandwinterpalace.Youwill,inturn,enterit,mydeard’Epinay,foryouwillsoonbenumberedasoneofthefamily.I,asaphilosopher,shouldlikealittlecountry-house,acottagedownthereunderthetrees,withoutsomanyfree-stonesovermypoorbody.Indying,IwillsaytothosearoundmewhatVoltairewrotetoPiron:‘Eorus,andallwillbeover.’Butcome,Franz,takecourage,yourwifeisanheiress."

           "Indeed,Beauchamp,youareunbearable.Politicshasmadeyoulaughateverything,andpoliticalmenhavemadeyoudisbelieveeverything.Butwhenyouhavethehonorofassociatingwithordinarymen,andthepleasureofleavingpoliticsforamoment,trytofindyouraffectionateheart,whichyouleavewithyourstickwhenyougototheChamber."

           "Buttellme,"saidBeauchamp,"whatislife?IsitnotahallinDeath’santeroom?"

           "IamprejudicedagainstBeauchamp,"saidAlbert,drawingFranzaway,andleavingtheformertofinishhisphilosophicaldissertationwithDebray.

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