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Danglars Signature.

           

           "See,Ihavenotslept,"saidVillefort,showinghisundisturbedbed;"griefdoesnotstunme.Ihavenotbeeninbedfortwonights;butthenlookatmydesk;seewhatIhavewrittenduringthesetwodaysandnights.Ihavefilledthosepapers,andhavemadeouttheaccusationagainsttheassassinBenedetto.Oh,work,work—mypassion,myjoy,mydelight—itisfortheetoalleviatemysorrows!"andheconvulsivelygraspedthehandofd’Avrigny.

           "Doyourequiremyservicesnow?"askedd’Avrigny.

           "No,"saidVillefort;"onlyreturnagainateleveno’clock;attwelvethe—the—oh,heavens,mypoor,poorchild!"andtheprocureuragainbecomingaman,lifteduphiseyesandgroaned.

           "Shallyoubepresentinthereceptionroom?"

           "No;Ihaveacousinwhohasundertakenthissadoffice.Ishallwork,doctor—whenIworkIforgeteverything."And,indeed,nosoonerhadthedoctorlefttheroom,thanhewasagainabsorbedinstudy.Onthedoorstepsd’AvrignymetthecousinwhomVilleforthadmentioned,apersonageasinsignificantinourstoryasintheworldheoccupied—oneofthosebeingsdesignedfromtheirbirthtomakethemselvesusefultoothers.Hewaspunctual,dressedinblack,withcrapearoundhishat,andpresentedhimselfathiscousin’swithafacemadeupfortheoccasion,andwhichhecouldalterasmightberequired.

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