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M.
de
Villefort
staggered
and
buried
his
head
in
the
bed
.
On
the
exclamation
of
the
doctor
and
the
cry
of
the
father
,
the
servants
all
fled
with
muttered
imprecations
;
they
were
heard
running
down
the
stairs
and
through
the
long
passages
,
then
there
was
a
rush
in
the
court
,
afterwards
all
was
still
;
they
had
,
one
and
all
,
deserted
the
accursed
house
.
Just
then
,
Madame
de
Villefort
,
in
the
act
of
slipping
on
her
dressing-gown
,
threw
aside
the
drapery
and
for
a
moment
stood
motionless
,
as
though
interrogating
the
occupants
of
the
room
,
while
she
endeavored
to
call
up
some
rebellious
tears
.
On
a
sudden
she
stepped
,
or
rather
bounded
,
with
outstretched
arms
,
towards
the
table
.
She
saw
d'Avrigny
curiously
examining
the
glass
,
which
she
felt
certain
of
having
emptied
during
the
night
.
It
was
now
a
third
full
,
just
as
it
was
when
she
threw
the
contents
into
the
ashes
.
The
spectre
of
Valentine
rising
before
the
poisoner
would
have
alarmed
her
less
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
the
same
color
as
the
draught
she
had
poured
into
the
glass
,
and
which
Valentine
had
drunk
-RCB-
;
it
was
indeed
the
poison
,
which
could
not
deceive
M.
d'Avrigny
,
which
he
now
examined
so
closely
;
it
was
doubtless
a
miracle
from
heaven
,
that
,
notwithstanding
her
precautions
,
there
should
be
some
trace
,
some
proof
remaining
to
reveal
the
crime
.
While
Madame
de
Villefort
remained
rooted
to
the
spot
like
a
statue
of
terror
,
and
Villefort
,
with
his
head
hidden
in
the
bedclothes
,
saw
nothing
around
him
,
d'Avrigny
approached
the
window
,
that
he
might
the
better
examine
the
contents
of
the
glass
,
and
dipping
the
tip
of
his
finger
in
,
tasted
it
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
it
is
no
longer
brucine
that
is
used
;
let
me
see
what
it
is
!
"
Then
he
ran
to
one
of
the
cupboards
in
Valentine
's
room
,
which
had
been
transformed
into
a
medicine
closet
,
and
taking
from
its
silver
case
a
small
bottle
of
nitric
acid
,
dropped
a
little
of
it
into
the
liquor
,
which
immediately
changed
to
a
blood-red
color
.
"
Ah
,
"
exclaimed
d'Avrigny
,
in
a
voice
in
which
the
horror
of
a
judge
unveiling
the
truth
was
mingled
with
the
delight
of
a
student
making
a
discovery
.
Madame
de
Villefort
was
overpowered
,
her
eyes
first
flashed
and
then
swam
,
she
staggered
towards
the
door
and
disappeared
.
Directly
afterwards
the
distant
sound
of
a
heavy
weight
falling
on
the
ground
was
heard
,
but
no
one
paid
any
attention
to
it
;
the
nurse
was
engaged
in
watching
the
chemical
analysis
,
and
Villefort
was
still
absorbed
in
grief
.
M.
d'Avrigny
alone
had
followed
Madame
de
Villefort
with
his
eyes
,
and
watched
her
hurried
retreat
.
He
lifted
up
the
drapery
over
the
entrance
to
Edward
's
room
,
and
his
eye
reaching
as
far
as
Madame
de
Villefort
's
apartment
,
he
beheld
her
extended
lifeless
on
the
floor
.
"
Go
to
the
assistance
of
Madame
de
Villefort
,
"
he
said
to
the
nurse
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
is
ill
.
"
"
But
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
"
--
stammered
the
nurse
.
"
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
no
longer
requires
help
,
"
said
d'Avrigny
,
"
since
she
is
dead
.
"
"
Dead
--
dead
!
"
groaned
forth
Villefort
,
in
a
paroxysm
of
grief
,
which
was
the
more
terrible
from
the
novelty
of
the
sensation
in
the
iron
heart
of
that
man
.
"
Dead
!
"
repeated
a
third
voice
.
"
Who
said
Valentine
was
dead
?
"
The
two
men
turned
round
,
and
saw
Morrel
standing
at
the
door
,
pale
and
terror-stricken
.
This
is
what
had
happened
.
At
the
usual
time
,
Morrel
had
presented
himself
at
the
little
door
leading
to
Noirtier
's
room
.
Contrary
to
custom
,
the
door
was
open
,
and
having
no
occasion
to
ring
he
entered
.
He
waited
for
a
moment
in
the
hall
and
called
for
a
servant
to
conduct
him
to
M.
Noirtier
;
but
no
one
answered
,
the
servants
having
,
as
we
know
,
deserted
the
house
.
Morrel
had
no
particular
reason
for
uneasiness
;
Monte
Cristo
had
promised
him
that
Valentine
should
live
,
and
so
far
he
had
always
fulfilled
his
word
.
Every
night
the
count
had
given
him
news
,
which
was
the
next
morning
confirmed
by
Noirtier
.
Still
this
extraordinary
silence
appeared
strange
to
him
,
and
he
called
a
second
and
third
time
;
still
no
answer
.
Then
he
determined
to
go
up
.
Noirtier
's
room
was
opened
,
like
all
the
rest
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
was
the
old
man
sitting
in
his
arm-chair
in
his
usual
place
,
but
his
eyes
expressed
alarm
,
which
was
confirmed
by
the
pallor
which
overspread
his
features
.
