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Valentine.

           Ihavelostmyappetite,andmystomachfeelsasifitwerestrugglingtogetaccustomedtosomething."NoirtierdidnotloseawordofwhatValentinesaid."Andwhattreatmentdoyouadoptforthissingularcomplaint?"

           "Averysimpleone,"saidValentine."Iswalloweverymorningaspoonfulofthemixturepreparedformygrandfather.WhenIsayonespoonful,IbeganbyonenowItakefour.Grandpapasaysitisapanacea."Valentinesmiled,butitwasevidentthatshesuffered.

           Maximilian,inhisdevotedness,gazedsilentlyather.Shewasverybeautiful,butherusualpallorhadincreased;hereyesweremorebrilliantthanever,andherhands,whichweregenerallywhitelikemother-of-pearl,nowmoreresembledwax,towhichtimewasaddingayellowishhue.FromValentinetheyoungmanlookedtowardsNoirtier.Thelatterwatchedwithstrangeanddeepinteresttheyounggirl,absorbedbyheraffection,andhealso,likeMorrel,followedthosetracesofinwardsufferingwhichwassolittleperceptibletoacommonobserverthattheyescapedthenoticeofeveryonebutthegrandfatherandthelover.

           "But,"saidMorrel,"Ithoughtthismixture,ofwhichyounowtakefourspoonfuls,waspreparedforM.Noirtier?"

           "Iknowitisverybitter,"saidValentine;"sobitter,thatallIdrinkafterwardsappearstohavethesametaste."Noirtierlookedinquiringlyathisgranddaughter."Yes,grandpapa,"saidValentine;"itisso.

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