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"
Yes
,
ruined
!
Now
it
is
revealed
,
this
secret
so
full
of
horror
,
as
the
tragic
poet
says
.
Now
,
my
daughter
,
learn
from
my
lips
how
you
may
alleviate
this
misfortune
,
so
far
as
it
will
affect
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
cried
Eugenie
,
"
you
are
a
bad
physiognomist
,
if
you
imagine
I
deplore
on
my
own
account
the
catastrophe
of
which
you
warn
me
.
I
ruined
?
and
what
will
that
signify
to
me
?
Have
I
not
my
talent
left
?
Can
I
not
,
like
Pasta
,
Malibran
,
Grisi
,
acquire
for
myself
what
you
would
never
have
given
me
,
whatever
might
have
been
your
fortune
,
a
hundred
or
a
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
livres
per
annum
,
for
which
I
shall
be
indebted
to
no
one
but
myself
;
and
which
,
instead
of
being
given
as
you
gave
me
those
poor
twelve
thousand
francs
,
with
sour
looks
and
reproaches
for
my
prodigality
,
will
be
accompanied
with
acclamations
,
with
bravos
,
and
with
flowers
?
And
if
I
do
not
possess
that
talent
,
which
your
smiles
prove
to
me
you
doubt
,
should
I
not
still
have
that
ardent
love
of
independence
,
which
will
be
a
substitute
for
wealth
,
and
which
in
my
mind
supersedes
even
the
instinct
of
self-preservation
?
No
,
I
grieve
not
on
my
own
account
,
I
shall
always
find
a
resource
;
my
books
,
my
pencils
,
my
piano
,
all
the
things
which
cost
but
little
,
and
which
I
shall
be
able
to
procure
,
will
remain
my
own
.
"
Do
you
think
that
I
sorrow
for
Madame
Danglars
?
Undeceive
yourself
again
;
either
I
am
greatly
mistaken
,
or
she
has
provided
against
the
catastrophe
which
threatens
you
,
and
,
which
will
pass
over
without
affecting
her
.
She
has
taken
care
for
herself
--
at
least
I
hope
so
--
for
her
attention
has
not
been
diverted
from
her
projects
by
watching
over
me
.
She
has
fostered
my
independence
by
professedly
indulging
my
love
for
liberty
.
Oh
,
no
,
sir
;
from
my
childhood
I
have
seen
too
much
,
and
understood
too
much
,
of
what
has
passed
around
me
,
for
misfortune
to
have
an
undue
power
over
me
.
From
my
earliest
recollections
,
I
have
been
beloved
by
no
one
--
so
much
the
worse
;
that
has
naturally
led
me
to
love
no
one
--
so
much
the
better
--
now
you
have
my
profession
of
faith
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Danglars
,
pale
with
anger
,
which
was
not
at
all
due
to
offended
paternal
love
--
"
then
,
mademoiselle
,
you
persist
in
your
determination
to
accelerate
my
ruin
?
"
"
Your
ruin
?
I
accelerate
your
ruin
?
What
do
you
mean
?
I
do
not
understand
you
.
"
"
So
much
the
better
,
I
have
a
ray
of
hope
left
;
listen
.
"
"
I
am
all
attention
,
"
said
Eugenie
,
looking
so
earnestly
at
her
father
that
it
was
an
effort
for
the
latter
to
endure
her
unrelenting
gaze
.
"
M.
Cavalcanti
,
"
continued
Danglars
,
"
is
about
to
marry
you
,
and
will
place
in
my
hands
his
fortune
,
amounting
to
three
million
livres
.
"
