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Villefort
rose
,
half
ashamed
of
being
surprised
in
such
a
paroxysm
of
grief
.
The
terrible
office
he
had
held
for
twenty-five
years
had
succeeded
in
making
him
more
or
less
than
man
.
His
glance
,
at
first
wandering
,
fixed
itself
upon
Morrel
.
"
Who
are
you
,
sir
,
"
he
asked
,
"
that
forget
that
this
is
not
the
manner
to
enter
a
house
stricken
with
death
?
Go
,
sir
,
go
!
"
But
Morrel
remained
motionless
;
he
could
not
detach
his
eyes
from
that
disordered
bed
,
and
the
pale
corpse
of
the
young
girl
who
was
lying
on
it
.
"
Go
!
--
do
you
hear
?
"
said
Villefort
,
while
d'Avrigny
advanced
to
lead
Morrel
out
.
Maximilian
stared
for
a
moment
at
the
corpse
,
gazed
all
around
the
room
,
then
upon
the
two
men
;
he
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
,
but
finding
it
impossible
to
give
utterance
to
the
innumerable
ideas
that
occupied
his
brain
,
he
went
out
,
thrusting
his
hands
through
his
hair
in
such
a
manner
that
Villefort
and
d'Avrigny
,
for
a
moment
diverted
from
the
engrossing
topic
,
exchanged
glances
,
which
seemed
to
say
--
"
He
is
mad
!
"
But
in
less
than
five
minutes
the
staircase
groaned
beneath
an
extraordinary
weight
.
Morrel
was
seen
carrying
,
with
superhuman
strength
,
the
arm-chair
containing
Noirtier
up-stairs
.
When
he
reached
the
landing
he
placed
the
arm-chair
on
the
floor
and
rapidly
rolled
it
into
Valentine
's
room
.
This
could
only
have
been
accomplished
by
means
of
unnatural
strength
supplied
by
powerful
excitement
.
But
the
most
fearful
spectacle
was
Noirtier
being
pushed
towards
the
bed
,
his
face
expressing
all
his
meaning
,
and
his
eyes
supplying
the
want
of
every
other
faculty
.
That
pale
face
and
flaming
glance
appeared
to
Villefort
like
a
frightful
apparition
.
Each
time
he
had
been
brought
into
contact
with
his
father
,
something
terrible
had
happened
.
"
See
what
they
have
done
!
"
cried
Morrel
,
with
one
hand
leaning
on
the
back
of
the
chair
,
and
the
other
extended
towards
Valentine
.
"
See
,
my
father
,
see
!
"
Villefort
drew
back
and
looked
with
astonishment
on
the
young
man
,
who
,
almost
a
stranger
to
him
,
called
Noirtier
his
father
.
At
this
moment
the
whole
soul
of
the
old
man
seemed
centred
in
his
eyes
which
became
bloodshot
;
the
veins
of
the
throat
swelled
;
his
cheeks
and
temples
became
purple
,
as
though
he
was
struck
with
epilepsy
;
nothing
was
wanting
to
complete
this
but
the
utterance
of
a
cry
.
And
the
cry
issued
from
his
pores
,
if
we
may
thus
speak
--
a
cry
frightful
in
its
silence
.
D'Avrigny
rushed
towards
the
old
man
and
made
him
inhale
a
powerful
restorative
.
"
Sir
,
"
cried
Morrel
,
seizing
the
moist
hand
of
the
paralytic
,
"
they
ask
me
who
I
am
,
and
what
right
I
have
to
be
here
.
Oh
,
you
know
it
,
tell
them
,
tell
them
!
"
And
the
young
man
's
voice
was
choked
by
sobs
.
As
for
the
old
man
,
his
chest
heaved
with
his
panting
respiration
.
One
could
have
thought
that
he
was
undergoing
the
agonies
preceding
death
.
At
length
,
happier
than
the
young
man
,
who
sobbed
without
weeping
,
tears
glistened
in
the
eyes
of
Noirtier
.
"
Tell
them
,
"
said
Morrel
in
a
hoarse
voice
,
"
tell
them
that
I
am
her
betrothed
.
Tell
them
she
was
my
beloved
,
my
noble
girl
,
my
only
blessing
in
the
world
.
Tell
them
--
oh
,
tell
them
,
that
corpse
belongs
to
me
!
"
The
young
man
overwhelmed
by
the
weight
of
his
anguish
,
fell
heavily
on
his
knees
before
the
bed
,
which
his
fingers
grasped
with
convulsive
energy
.
D'Avrigny
,
unable
to
bear
the
sight
of
this
touching
emotion
,
turned
away
;
and
Villefort
,
without
seeking
any
further
explanation
,
and
attracted
towards
him
by
the
irresistible
magnetism
which
draws
us
towards
those
who
have
loved
the
people
for
whom
we
mourn
,
extended
his
hand
towards
the
young
man
.
But
Morrel
saw
nothing
;
he
had
grasped
the
hand
of
Valentine
,
and
unable
to
weep
vented
his
agony
in
groans
as
he
bit
the
sheets
.
For
some
time
nothing
was
heard
in
that
chamber
but
sobs
,
exclamations
,
and
prayers
.
At
length
Villefort
,
the
most
composed
of
all
,
spoke
:
"
Sir
,
"
said
he
to
Maximilian
,
"
you
say
you
loved
Valentine
,
that
you
were
betrothed
to
her
.
I
knew
nothing
of
this
engagement
,
of
this
love
,
yet
I
,
her
father
,
forgive
you
,
for
I
see
that
your
grief
is
real
and
deep
;
and
besides
my
own
sorrow
is
too
great
for
anger
to
find
a
place
in
my
heart
.
But
you
see
that
the
angel
whom
you
hoped
for
has
left
this
earth
--
she
has
nothing
more
to
do
with
the
adoration
of
men
.
Take
a
last
farewell
,
sir
,
of
her
sad
remains
;
take
the
hand
you
expected
to
possess
once
more
within
your
own
,
and
then
separate
yourself
from
her
forever
.
Valentine
now
requires
only
the
ministrations
of
the
priest
.
"
"
You
are
mistaken
,
sir
,
"
exclaimed
Morrel
,
raising
himself
on
one
knee
,
his
heart
pierced
by
a
more
acute
pang
than
any
he
had
yet
felt
--
"
you
are
mistaken
;
Valentine
,
dying
as
she
has
,
not
only
requires
a
priest
,
but
an
avenger
.
You
,
M.
de
Villefort
,
send
for
the
priest
;
I
will
be
the
avenger
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
sir
?
"
asked
Villefort
,
trembling
at
the
new
idea
inspired
by
the
delirium
of
Morrel
.
