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Valentine.

           Astonishedattheprolongedslumberofthepatient,andfrightenedtoseethatthearmwasstillhangingoutofthebed,sheadvancedtowardsValentine,andforthefirsttimenoticedthewhitelips.Shetriedtoreplacethearm,butitmovedwithafrightfulrigiditywhichcouldnotdeceiveasick-nurse.Shescreamedaloud;thenrunningtothedoorexclaimed"Help,help!"

           "Whatisthematter?"askedM.d’Avrigny,atthefootofthestairs,itbeingthehourheusuallyvisitedher.

           "Whatisit?"askedVillefort,rushingfromhisroom."Doctor,doyouhearthemcallforhelp?"

           "Yes,yes;letushastenup;itwasinValentine’sroom."Butbeforethedoctorandthefathercouldreachtheroom,theservantswhowereonthesamefloorhadentered,andseeingValentinepaleandmotionlessonherbed,theylifteduptheirhandstowardsheavenandstoodtransfixed,asthoughstruckbylightening."CallMadamedeVillefort!WakeMadamedeVillefort!"criedtheprocureurfromthedoorofhischamber,whichapparentlyhescarcelydaredtoleave.Butinsteadofobeyinghim,theservantsstoodwatchingM.d’Avrigny,whorantoValentine,andraisedherinhisarms."What?thisone,too?"heexclaimed."Oh,wherewillbetheend?"Villefortrushedintotheroom."Whatareyousaying,doctor?"heexclaimed,raisinghishandstoheaven.

           "IsaythatValentineisdead!"repliedd’Avrigny,inavoiceterribleinitssolemncalm.

           M.

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