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"
Listen
to
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
or
,
rather
,
look
upon
me
;
look
at
my
face
,
paler
even
than
usual
,
and
my
eyes
,
red
with
weariness
--
for
four
days
I
have
not
closed
them
,
for
I
have
been
constantly
watching
you
,
to
protect
and
preserve
you
for
Maximilian
.
"
The
blood
mounted
rapidly
to
the
cheeks
of
Valentine
,
for
the
name
just
announced
by
the
count
dispelled
all
the
fear
with
which
his
presence
had
inspired
her
.
"
Maximilian
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
and
so
sweet
did
the
sound
appear
to
her
,
that
she
repeated
it
--
"
Maximilian
!
--
has
he
then
owned
all
to
you
?
"
"
Everything
.
He
told
me
your
life
was
his
,
and
I
have
promised
him
that
you
shall
live
.
"
"
You
have
promised
him
that
I
shall
live
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
But
,
sir
,
you
spoke
of
vigilance
and
protection
.
Are
you
a
doctor
?
"
"
Yes
;
the
best
you
could
have
at
the
present
time
,
believe
me
.
"
"
But
you
say
you
have
watched
?
"
said
Valentine
uneasily
;
"
where
have
you
been
?
--
I
have
not
seen
you
.
"
The
count
extended
his
hand
towards
the
library
.
"
I
was
hidden
behind
that
door
,
"
he
said
,
"
which
leads
into
the
next
house
,
which
I
have
rented
.
"
Valentine
turned
her
eyes
away
,
and
,
with
an
indignant
expression
of
pride
and
modest
fear
,
exclaimed
:
"
Sir
,
I
think
you
have
been
guilty
of
an
unparalleled
intrusion
,
and
that
what
you
call
protection
is
more
like
an
insult
.
"
"
Valentine
,
"
he
answered
,
"
during
my
long
watch
over
you
,
all
I
have
observed
has
been
what
people
visited
you
,
what
nourishment
was
prepared
,
and
what
beverage
was
served
;
then
,
when
the
latter
appeared
dangerous
to
me
,
I
entered
,
as
I
have
now
done
,
and
substituted
,
in
the
place
of
the
poison
,
a
healthful
draught
;
which
,
instead
of
producing
the
death
intended
,
caused
life
to
circulate
in
your
veins
.
"
"
Poison
--
death
!
"
exclaimed
Valentine
,
half
believing
herself
under
the
influence
of
some
feverish
hallucination
;
"
what
are
you
saying
,
sir
?
"
