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The Lemonade.

           "

           "Wasityouwhoaskedhimtodrinksomeofit?"

           "No."

           "WasitM.deVillefort?"

           "No."

           "Madame?"

           "No."

           "Itwasyourgranddaughter,then,wasitnot?"

           "Yes."AgroanfromBarrois,accompaniedbyayawnwhichseemedtocracktheveryjawbones,attractedtheattentionofM.d’Avrigny;heleftM.Noirtier,andreturnedtothesickman."Barrois,"saidthedoctor,"canyouspeak?"Barroismutteredafewunintelligiblewords."Tryandmakeanefforttodoso,mygoodman."saidd’Avrigny.Barroisreopenedhisbloodshoteyes."Whomadethelemonade?"

           "Idid."

           "Didyoubringittoyourmasterdirectlyitwasmade?"

           "No."

           "Youleftitsomewhere,then,inthemeantime?"

           "Yes;Ileftitinthepantry,becauseIwascalledaway."

           "Whobroughtitintothisroom,then?"

           "MademoiselleValentine."D’Avrignystruckhisforeheadwithhishand."Graciousheaven,"exclaimedhe."Doctor,doctor!"criedBarrois,whofeltanotherfitcoming.

           "Willtheyneverbringthatemetic?"askedthedoctor.

           "Hereisaglasswithonealreadyprepared,"saidVillefort,enteringtheroom.

           "Whopreparedit?"

           "Thechemistwhocameherewithme."

           "Drinkit,"saidthedoctortoBarrois.

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