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"
Have
you
seen
?
"
"
Alas
!
"
"
Did
you
recognize
?
"
Valentine
groaned
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
"
she
said
,
"
I
saw
,
but
I
can
not
believe
!
"
"
Would
you
rather
die
,
then
,
and
cause
Maximilian
's
death
?
"
"
Oh
,
"
repeated
the
young
girl
,
almost
bewildered
,
"
can
I
not
leave
the
house
?
--
can
I
not
escape
?
"
"
Valentine
,
the
hand
which
now
threatens
you
will
pursue
you
everywhere
;
your
servants
will
be
seduced
with
gold
,
and
death
will
be
offered
to
you
disguised
in
every
shape
.
You
will
find
it
in
the
water
you
drink
from
the
spring
,
in
the
fruit
you
pluck
from
the
tree
.
"
"
But
did
you
not
say
that
my
kind
grandfather
's
precaution
had
neutralized
the
poison
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
not
against
a
strong
dose
;
the
poison
will
be
changed
,
and
the
quantity
increased
.
"
He
took
the
glass
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
.
"
It
is
already
done
,
"
he
said
;
"
brucine
is
no
longer
employed
,
but
a
simple
narcotic
!
I
can
recognize
the
flavor
of
the
alcohol
in
which
it
has
been
dissolved
.
If
you
had
taken
what
Madame
de
Villefort
has
poured
into
your
glass
,
Valentine
--
Valentine
--
you
would
have
been
doomed
!
"
"
But
,
"
exclaimed
the
young
girl
,
"
why
am
I
thus
pursued
?
"
