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Maximilian.

           Butinsteadoffindingsympathyintheeyesofthedoctorandhisfather,heonlysawanexpressionasinflexibleasthatofMaximilian."Yes,"indicatedtheoldman.

           "Assuredly,"saidd’Avrigny.

           "Sir,"saidVillefort,strivingtostruggleagainstthistripleforceandhisownemotion"sir,youaredeceived;noonecommitscrimeshere.Iamstrickenbyfate.Itishorrible,indeed,butnooneassassinates."

           TheeyesofNoirtierlightedupwithrage,andd’Avrignypreparedtospeak.Morrel,however,extendedhisarm,andcommandedsilence."AndIsaythatmurdersarecommittedhere,"saidMorrel,whosevoice,thoughlowerintone,lostnoneofitsterribledistinctness:"Itellyouthatthisisthefourthvictimwithinthelastfourmonths.Itellyou,Valentine’slifewasattemptedbypoisonfourdaysago,thoughsheescaped,owingtotheprecautionsofM.Noirtier.Itellyouthatthedosehasbeendouble,thepoisonchanged,andthatthistimeithassucceeded.ItellyouthatyouknowthesethingsaswellasIdo,sincethisgentlemanhasforewarnedyou,bothasadoctorandasafriend."

           "Oh,yourave,sir,"exclaimedVillefort,invainendeavoringtoescapethenetinwhichhewastaken.

           "Irave?"saidMorrel;"well,then,IappealtoM.d’Avrignyhimself.Askhim,sir,ifherecollectsthewordsheutteredinthegardenofthishouseonthenightofMadamedeSaint–Meran’sdeath.

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