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Valentine.

           "

           "Excuseme,"saidtheimplacableyounggirl,"MonsieurAlbertclaimsandwelldeserveshisshare.ItappearsthatafterhavingchallengedM.deMonteCristoattheOperayesterday,heapologizedonthegroundtoday."

           "Impossible,"saidMadamedeVillefort.

           "Ah,mydearfriend,"saidMadameDanglars,withthesamesimplicitywebeforenoticed,"itisafact.IhearditfromM.Debray,whowaspresentattheexplanation."Valentinealsoknewthetruth,butshedidnotanswer.AsinglewordhadremindedherthatMorrelwasexpectingherinM.Noirtier’sroom.Deeplyengagedwithasortofinwardcontemplation,Valentinehadceasedforamomenttojoinintheconversation.Shewould,indeed,havefounditimpossibletorepeatwhathadbeensaidthelastfewminutes,whensuddenlyMadameDanglars’hand,pressedonherarm,arousedherfromherlethargy.

           "Whatisit?"saidshe,startingatMadameDanglars’touchasshewouldhavedonefromanelectricshock."Itis,mydearValentine,"saidthebaroness,"thatyouare,doubtless,suffering."

           "I?"saidtheyounggirl,passingherhandacrossherburningforehead.

           "Yes,lookatyourselfinthatglass;youhaveturnedpaleandthenredsuccessively,threeorfourtimesinoneminute."

           "Indeed,"criedEugenie,"youareverypale!"

           "Oh,donotbealarmed;Ihavebeensoformanydays.

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