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Valentine.

           "Artlessasshewas,theyounggirlknewthatthiswasanopportunitytoleave,andbesides,MadamedeVillefortcametoherassistance."Retire,Valentine,"saidshe;"youarereallysuffering,andtheseladieswillexcuseyou;drinkaglassofpurewater,itwillrestoreyou."ValentinekissedEugenie,bowedtoMadameDanglars,whohadalreadyrisentotakeherleave,andwentout."Thatpoorchild,"saidMadamedeVillefortwhenValentinewasgone,"shemakesmeveryuneasy,andIshouldnotbeastonishedifshehadsomeseriousillness."

           Meanwhile,Valentine,inasortofexcitementwhichshecouldnotquiteunderstand,hadcrossedEdward’sroomwithoutnoticingsometrickofthechild,andthroughherownhadreachedthelittlestaircase.Shewaswithinthreestepsofthebottom;shealreadyheardMorrel’svoice,whensuddenlyacloudpassedoverhereyes,herstiffenedfootmissedthestep,herhandshadnopowertoholdthebaluster,andfallingagainstthewallshelostherbalancewhollyandtoppledtothefloor.Morrelboundedtothedoor,openedit,andfoundValentinestretchedoutatthebottomofthestairs.Quickasaflash,heraisedherinhisarmsandplacedherinachair.Valentineopenedhereyes.

           "Oh,whataclumsythingIam,"saidshewithfeverishvolubility;"Idon’tknowmyway.Iforgottherewerethreemorestepsbeforethelanding."

           "Youhavehurtyourself,perhaps,"saidMorrel.

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