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"
How
are
you
,
sir
?
"
asked
Morrel
,
with
a
sickness
of
heart
.
"
Well
,
"
answered
the
old
man
,
by
closing
his
eyes
;
but
his
appearance
manifested
increasing
uneasiness
.
"
You
are
thoughtful
,
sir
,
"
continued
Morrel
;
"
you
want
something
;
shall
I
call
one
of
the
servants
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Noirtier
.
Morrel
pulled
the
bell
,
but
though
he
nearly
broke
the
cord
no
one
answered
.
He
turned
towards
Noirtier
;
the
pallor
and
anguish
expressed
on
his
countenance
momentarily
increased
.
"
Oh
,
"
exclaimed
Morrel
,
"
why
do
they
not
come
?
Is
any
one
ill
in
the
house
?
"
The
eyes
of
Noirtier
seemed
as
though
they
would
start
from
their
sockets
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
You
alarm
me
.
Valentine
?
Valentine
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
signed
Noirtier
.
Maximilian
tried
to
speak
,
but
he
could
articulate
nothing
;
he
staggered
,
and
supported
himself
against
the
wainscot
.
Then
he
pointed
to
the
door
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
"
continued
the
old
man
.
Maximilian
rushed
up
the
little
staircase
,
while
Noirtier
's
eyes
seemed
to
say
--
"
Quicker
,
quicker
!
"
In
a
minute
the
young
man
darted
through
several
rooms
,
till
at
length
he
reached
Valentine
's
.
There
was
no
occasion
to
push
the
door
,
it
was
wide
open
.
A
sob
was
the
only
sound
he
heard
.
He
saw
as
though
in
a
mist
,
a
black
figure
kneeling
and
buried
in
a
confused
mass
of
white
drapery
.
A
terrible
fear
transfixed
him
It
was
then
he
heard
a
voice
exclaim
"
Valentine
is
dead
!
"
and
another
voice
which
,
like
an
echo
repeated
--
"
Dead
--
dead
!
"
