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Valentine.

           

           "Now,"saidValentine,motioningtoMorreltositdownnearhergrandfather,whileshetookherseatonhisfootstool"nowletustalkaboutourownaffairs.Youknow,Maximilian,grandpapaoncethoughtofleavingthishouse,andtakinganapartmentawayfromM.deVillefort’s."

           "Yes,"saidMaximilian,"Irecollecttheproject,ofwhichIhighlyapproved."

           "Well,"saidValentine,"youmayapproveagain,forgrandpapaisagainthinkingofit."

           "Bravo,"saidMaximilian.

           "Anddoyouknow,"saidValentine,"whatreasongrandpapagivesforleavingthishouse."NoirtierlookedatValentinetoimposesilence,butshedidnotnoticehim;herlooks,hereyes,hersmile,wereallforMorrel.

           "Oh,whatevermaybeM.Noirtier’sreason,"answeredMorrel,"Icanreadilybelieveittobeagoodone."

           "Anexcellentone,"saidValentine."HepretendstheairoftheFaubourgSt.Honoreisnotgoodforme."

           "Indeed?"saidMorrel;"inthatM.Noirtiermayberight;youhavenotseemedtobewellforthelastfortnight."

           "Notvery,"saidValentine."Andgrandpapahasbecomemyphysician,andIhavethegreatestconfidenceinhim,becauseheknowseverything."

           "Doyouthenreallysuffer?"askedMorrelquickly.

           "Oh,itmustnotbecalledsuffering;Ifeelageneraluneasiness,thatisall.

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