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Toxicology.

           "

           "Edward,younaughtyboy,"exclaimedMadamedeVillefort,snatchingthemutilatedbookfromtheurchin’sgrasp,"youarepositivelypastbearing;youreallydisturbtheconversation;go,leaveus,andjoinyoursisterValentineindeargrandpapaNoirtier’sroom."

           "Thealbum,"saidEdwardsulkily.

           "Whatdoyoumean?thealbum!"

           "Iwantthealbum."

           "Howdareyoutearoutthedrawings?"

           "Oh,itamusesme."

           "Gogoatonce."

           "Iwon’tgounlessyougivemethealbum,"saidtheboy,seatinghimselfdoggedlyinanarm-chair,accordingtohishabitofnevergivingway.

           "Takeit,then,andpraydisturbusnolonger,"saidMadamedeVillefort,givingthealbumtoEdward,whothenwenttowardsthedoor,ledbyhismother.Thecountfollowedherwithhiseyes.

           "Letusseeifsheshutsthedoorafterhim,"hemuttered.MadamedeVillefortclosedthedoorcarefullyafterthechild,thecountappearingnottonoticeher;thencastingascrutinizingglancearoundthechamber,theyoungwifereturnedtoherchair,inwhichsheseatedherself."Allowmetoobserve,madame,"saidthecount,withthatkindtonehecouldassumesowell,"youarereallyveryseverewiththatdearcleverchild."

           "Oh,sometimesseverityisquitenecessary,"repliedMadamedeVillefort,withallamother’srealfirmness.

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