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23
Germain
Pillon
was
a
famous
French
sculptor
(
1535
--
1598
)
.
His
best
known
work
is
"
The
Three
Graces
,
"
now
in
the
Louvre
.
Madame
de
Villefort
had
no
longer
any
doubt
;
all
was
over
--
she
had
consummated
the
last
terrible
work
she
had
to
accomplish
.
There
was
no
more
to
do
in
the
room
,
so
the
poisoner
retired
stealthily
,
as
though
fearing
to
hear
the
sound
of
her
own
footsteps
;
but
as
she
withdrew
she
still
held
aside
the
curtain
,
absorbed
in
the
irresistible
attraction
always
exerted
by
the
picture
of
death
,
so
long
as
it
is
merely
mysterious
and
does
not
excite
disgust
.
Just
then
the
lamp
again
flickered
;
the
noise
startled
Madame
de
Villefort
,
who
shuddered
and
dropped
the
curtain
.
Immediately
afterwards
the
light
expired
,
and
the
room
was
plunged
in
frightful
obscurity
,
while
the
clock
at
that
minute
struck
half-past
four
.
Overpowered
with
agitation
,
the
poisoner
succeeded
in
groping
her
way
to
the
door
,
and
reached
her
room
in
an
agony
of
fear
.
The
darkness
lasted
two
hours
longer
;
then
by
degrees
a
cold
light
crept
through
the
Venetian
blinds
,
until
at
length
it
revealed
the
objects
in
the
room
.
About
this
time
the
nurse
's
cough
was
heard
on
the
stairs
and
the
woman
entered
the
room
with
a
cup
in
her
hand
.
To
the
tender
eye
of
a
father
or
a
lover
,
the
first
glance
would
have
sufficed
to
reveal
Valentine
's
condition
;
but
to
this
hireling
,
Valentine
only
appeared
to
sleep
.
"
Good
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
approaching
the
table
,
"
she
has
taken
part
of
her
draught
;
the
glass
is
three-quarters
empty
.
"
Then
she
went
to
the
fireplace
and
lit
the
fire
,
and
although
she
had
just
left
her
bed
,
she
could
not
resist
the
temptation
offered
by
Valentine
's
sleep
,
so
she
threw
herself
into
an
arm-chair
to
snatch
a
little
more
rest
.
The
clock
striking
eight
awoke
her
.
Astonished
at
the
prolonged
slumber
of
the
patient
,
and
frightened
to
see
that
the
arm
was
still
hanging
out
of
the
bed
,
she
advanced
towards
Valentine
,
and
for
the
first
time
noticed
the
white
lips
.
She
tried
to
replace
the
arm
,
but
it
moved
with
a
frightful
rigidity
which
could
not
deceive
a
sick-nurse
.
She
screamed
aloud
;
then
running
to
the
door
exclaimed
--
"
Help
,
help
!
"
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
M.
d'Avrigny
,
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
it
being
the
hour
he
usually
visited
her
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
asked
Villefort
,
rushing
from
his
room
.
"
Doctor
,
do
you
hear
them
call
for
help
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
;
let
us
hasten
up
;
it
was
in
Valentine
's
room
.
"
But
before
the
doctor
and
the
father
could
reach
the
room
,
the
servants
who
were
on
the
same
floor
had
entered
,
and
seeing
Valentine
pale
and
motionless
on
her
bed
,
they
lifted
up
their
hands
towards
heaven
and
stood
transfixed
,
as
though
struck
by
lightening
.
"
Call
Madame
de
Villefort
!
--
Wake
Madame
de
Villefort
!
"
cried
the
procureur
from
the
door
of
his
chamber
,
which
apparently
he
scarcely
dared
to
leave
.
But
instead
of
obeying
him
,
the
servants
stood
watching
M.
d'Avrigny
,
who
ran
to
Valentine
,
and
raised
her
in
his
arms
.
"
What
?
--
this
one
,
too
?
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Oh
,
where
will
be
the
end
?
"
Villefort
rushed
into
the
room
.
"
What
are
you
saying
,
doctor
?
"
he
exclaimed
,
raising
his
hands
to
heaven
.
"
I
say
that
Valentine
is
dead
!
"
replied
d'Avrigny
,
in
a
voice
terrible
in
its
solemn
calm
.
