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The Marriage–Feast.

           

           "Waitformehere,allofyou!"criedM.Morrel;"IwilltakethefirstconveyanceIfind,andhurrytoMarseilles,whenceIwillbringyouwordhowallisgoingon."

           "That’sright!"exclaimedamultitudeofvoices,"go,andreturnasquicklyasyoucan!"

           Thisseconddeparturewasfollowedbyalongandfearfulstateofterrifiedsilenceonthepartofthosewhowereleftbehind.TheoldfatherandMercedesremainedforsometimeapart,eachabsorbedingrief;butatlengththetwopoorvictimsofthesameblowraisedtheireyes,andwithasimultaneousburstoffeelingrushedintoeachother’sarms.

           MeanwhileFernandmadehisappearance,pouredoutforhimselfaglassofwaterwithatremblinghand;thenhastilyswallowingit,wenttositdownatthefirstvacantplace,andthiswas,bymerechance,placednexttotheseatonwhichpoorMercedeshadfallenhalffainting,whenreleasedfromthewarmandaffectionateembraceofoldDantes.InstinctivelyFernanddrewbackhischair.

           "HeisthecauseofallthismiseryIamquitesureofit,"whisperedCaderousse,whohadnevertakenhiseyesoffFernand,toDanglars.

           "Idon’tthinkso,"answeredtheother;"he’stoostupidtoimaginesuchascheme.Ionlyhopethemischiefwillfallupontheheadofwhoeverwroughtit."

           "Youdon’tmentionthosewhoaidedandabettedthedeed,"saidCaderousse.

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