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Villefort
;
she
did
not
obtain
it
,
however
,
and
went
to
visit
the
old
man
;
when
she
saw
him
so
miserable
and
heart-broken
,
having
passed
a
sleepless
night
,
and
not
touched
food
since
the
previous
day
,
she
wished
him
to
go
with
her
that
she
might
take
care
of
him
;
but
the
old
man
would
not
consent
.
'
No
,
'
was
the
old
man
's
reply
,
'
I
will
not
leave
this
house
,
for
my
poor
dear
boy
loves
me
better
than
anything
in
the
world
;
and
if
he
gets
out
of
prison
he
will
come
and
see
me
the
first
thing
,
and
what
would
he
think
if
I
did
not
wait
here
for
him
?
'
I
heard
all
this
from
the
window
,
for
I
was
anxious
that
Mercedes
should
persuade
the
old
man
to
accompany
her
,
for
his
footsteps
over
my
head
night
and
day
did
not
leave
me
a
moment
's
repose
.
"
"
But
did
you
not
go
up-stairs
and
try
to
console
the
poor
old
man
?
"
asked
the
abbe
.
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
replied
Caderousse
,
"
we
can
not
console
those
who
will
not
be
consoled
,
and
he
was
one
of
these
;
besides
,
I
know
not
why
,
but
he
seemed
to
dislike
seeing
me
.
One
night
,
however
,
I
heard
his
sobs
,
and
I
could
not
resist
my
desire
to
go
up
to
him
,
but
when
I
reached
his
door
he
was
no
longer
weeping
but
praying
.
I
can
not
now
repeat
to
you
,
sir
,
all
the
eloquent
words
and
imploring
language
he
made
use
of
;
it
was
more
than
piety
,
it
was
more
than
grief
,
and
I
,
who
am
no
canter
,
and
hate
the
Jesuits
,
said
then
to
myself
,
'
It
is
really
well
,
and
I
am
very
glad
that
I
have
not
any
children
;
for
if
I
were
a
father
and
felt
such
excessive
grief
as
the
old
man
does
,
and
did
not
find
in
my
memory
or
heart
all
he
is
now
saying
,
I
should
throw
myself
into
the
sea
at
once
,
for
I
could
not
bear
it
.
'
"
"
Poor
father
!
"
murmured
the
priest
.
"
From
day
to
day
he
lived
on
alone
,
and
more
and
more
solitary
.
M.
Morrel
and
Mercedes
came
to
see
him
,
but
his
door
was
closed
;
and
,
although
I
was
certain
he
was
at
home
,
he
would
not
make
any
answer
.
One
day
,
when
,
contrary
to
his
custom
,
he
had
admitted
Mercedes
,
and
the
poor
girl
,
in
spite
of
her
own
grief
and
despair
,
endeavored
to
console
him
,
he
said
to
her
--
'
Be
assured
,
my
dear
daughter
,
he
is
dead
;
and
instead
of
expecting
him
,
it
is
he
who
is
awaiting
us
;
I
am
quite
happy
,
for
I
am
the
oldest
,
and
of
course
shall
see
him
first
.
'
However
well
disposed
a
person
may
be
,
why
you
see
we
leave
off
after
a
time
seeing
persons
who
are
in
sorrow
,
they
make
one
melancholy
;
and
so
at
last
old
Dantes
was
left
all
to
himself
,
and
I
only
saw
from
time
to
time
strangers
go
up
to
him
and
come
down
again
with
some
bundle
they
tried
to
hide
;
but
I
guessed
what
these
bundles
were
,
and
that
he
sold
by
degrees
what
he
had
to
pay
for
his
subsistence
.
At
length
the
poor
old
fellow
reached
the
end
of
all
he
had
;
he
owed
three
quarters
'
rent
,
and
they
threatened
to
turn
him
out
;
he
begged
for
another
week
,
which
was
granted
to
him
.
I
know
this
,
because
the
landlord
came
into
my
apartment
when
he
left
his
.
For
the
first
three
days
I
heard
him
walking
about
as
usual
,
but
,
on
the
fourth
I
heard
nothing
.
I
then
resolved
to
go
up
to
him
at
all
risks
.
The
door
was
closed
,
but
I
looked
through
the
keyhole
,
and
saw
him
so
pale
and
haggard
,
that
believing
him
very
ill
,
I
went
and
told
M.
Morrel
and
then
ran
on
to
Mercedes
.
They
both
came
immediately
,
M.
Morrel
bringing
a
doctor
,
and
the
doctor
said
it
was
inflammation
of
the
bowels
,
and
ordered
him
a
limited
diet
.
I
was
there
,
too
,
and
I
never
shall
forget
the
old
man
's
smile
at
this
prescription
.
From
that
time
he
received
all
who
came
;
he
had
an
excuse
for
not
eating
any
more
;
the
doctor
had
put
him
on
a
diet
.
"
The
abbe
uttered
a
kind
of
groan
.
"
The
story
interests
you
,
does
it
not
,
sir
?
"
inquired
Caderousse
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
the
abbe
,
"
it
is
very
affecting
.
"
"
Mercedes
came
again
,
and
she
found
him
so
altered
that
she
was
even
more
anxious
than
before
to
have
him
taken
to
her
own
home
.
This
was
M.
Morrel
's
wish
also
,
who
would
fain
have
conveyed
the
old
man
against
his
consent
;
but
the
old
man
resisted
,
and
cried
so
that
they
were
actually
frightened
.
Mercedes
remained
,
therefore
,
by
his
bedside
,
and
M.
Morrel
went
away
,
making
a
sign
to
the
Catalan
that
he
had
left
his
purse
on
the
chimney-piece
.
But
availing
himself
of
the
doctor
's
order
,
the
old
man
would
not
take
any
sustenance
;
at
length
(
after
nine
days
of
despair
and
fasting
)
,
the
old
man
died
,
cursing
those
who
had
caused
his
misery
,
and
saying
to
Mercedes
,
'
If
you
ever
see
my
Edmond
again
,
tell
him
I
die
blessing
him
.
'
"
The
abbe
rose
from
his
chair
,
made
two
turns
round
the
chamber
,
and
pressed
his
trembling
hand
against
his
parched
throat
.
"
And
you
believe
he
died
"
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