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"
I
will
not
admit
that
word
,
"
returned
the
young
man
;
"
it
is
at
once
cruel
and
unjust
.
Is
it
possible
to
find
a
more
submissive
slave
than
myself
?
You
have
permitted
me
to
converse
with
you
from
time
to
time
,
Valentine
,
but
forbidden
my
ever
following
you
in
your
walks
or
elsewhere
--
have
I
not
obeyed
?
And
since
I
found
means
to
enter
this
enclosure
to
exchange
a
few
words
with
you
through
this
gate
--
to
be
close
to
you
without
really
seeing
you
--
have
I
ever
asked
so
much
as
to
touch
the
hem
of
your
gown
or
tried
to
pass
this
barrier
which
is
but
a
trifle
to
one
of
my
youth
and
strength
?
Never
has
a
complaint
or
a
murmur
escaped
me
.
I
have
been
bound
by
my
promises
as
rigidly
as
any
knight
of
olden
times
.
Come
,
come
,
dearest
Valentine
,
confess
that
what
I
say
is
true
,
lest
I
be
tempted
to
call
you
unjust
.
"
"
It
is
true
,
"
said
Valentine
,
as
she
passed
the
end
of
her
slender
fingers
through
a
small
opening
in
the
planks
,
and
permitted
Maximilian
to
press
his
lips
to
them
,
"
and
you
are
a
true
and
faithful
friend
;
but
still
you
acted
from
motives
of
self-interest
,
my
dear
Maximilian
,
for
you
well
knew
that
from
the
moment
in
which
you
had
manifested
an
opposite
spirit
all
would
have
been
ended
between
us
.
You
promised
to
bestow
on
me
the
friendly
affection
of
a
brother
.
For
I
have
no
friend
but
yourself
upon
earth
,
who
am
neglected
and
forgotten
by
my
father
,
harassed
and
persecuted
by
my
mother-inlaw
,
and
left
to
the
sole
companionship
of
a
paralyzed
and
speechless
old
man
,
whose
withered
hand
can
no
longer
press
mine
,
and
who
can
speak
to
me
with
the
eye
alone
,
although
there
still
lingers
in
his
heart
the
warmest
tenderness
for
his
poor
grandchild
.
Oh
,
how
bitter
a
fate
is
mine
,
to
serve
either
as
a
victim
or
an
enemy
to
all
who
are
stronger
than
myself
,
while
my
only
friend
and
supporter
is
a
living
corpse
!
Indeed
,
indeed
,
Maximilian
,
I
am
very
miserable
,
and
if
you
love
me
it
must
be
out
of
pity
.
"
"
Valentine
,
"
replied
the
young
man
,
deeply
affected
,
"
I
will
not
say
you
are
all
I
love
in
the
world
,
for
I
dearly
prize
my
sister
and
brother-inlaw
;
but
my
affection
for
them
is
calm
and
tranquil
,
in
no
manner
resembling
what
I
feel
for
you
.
When
I
think
of
you
my
heart
beats
fast
,
the
blood
burns
in
my
veins
,
and
I
can
hardly
breathe
;
but
I
solemnly
promise
you
to
restrain
all
this
ardor
,
this
fervor
and
intensity
of
feeling
,
until
you
yourself
shall
require
me
to
render
them
available
in
serving
or
assisting
you
.
M.
Franz
is
not
expected
to
return
home
for
a
year
to
come
,
I
am
told
;
in
that
time
many
favorable
and
unforeseen
chances
may
befriend
us
.
Let
us
,
then
,
hope
for
the
best
;
hope
is
so
sweet
a
comforter
.
Meanwhile
,
Valentine
,
while
reproaching
me
with
selfishness
,
think
a
little
what
you
have
been
to
me
--
the
beautiful
but
cold
resemblance
of
a
marble
Venus
.
What
promise
of
future
reward
have
you
made
me
for
all
the
submission
and
obedience
I
have
evinced
?
--
none
whatever
.
What
granted
me
?
--
scarcely
more
.
You
tell
me
of
M.
Franz
d'Epinay
,
your
betrothed
lover
,
and
you
shrink
from
the
idea
of
being
his
wife
;
but
tell
me
,
Valentine
,
is
there
no
other
sorrow
in
your
heart
?
You
see
me
devoted
to
you
,
body
and
soul
,
my
life
and
each
warm
drop
that
circles
round
my
heart
are
consecrated
to
your
service
;
you
know
full
well
that
my
existence
is
bound
up
in
yours
--
that
were
I
to
lose
you
I
would
not
outlive
the
hour
of
such
crushing
misery
;
yet
you
speak
with
calmness
of
the
prospect
of
your
being
the
wife
of
another
!
Oh
,
Valentine
,
were
I
in
your
place
,
and
did
I
feel
conscious
,
as
you
do
,
of
being
worshipped
,
adored
,
with
such
a
love
as
mine
,
a
hundred
times
at
least
should
I
have
passed
my
hand
between
these
iron
bars
,
and
said
,
'
Take
this
hand
,
dearest
Maximilian
,
and
believe
that
,
living
or
dead
,
I
am
yours
--
yours
only
,
and
forever
!
'
"
The
poor
girl
made
no
reply
,
but
her
lover
could
plainly
hear
her
sobs
and
tears
.
A
rapid
change
took
place
in
the
young
man
's
feelings
.
"
Dearest
,
dearest
Valentine
,
"
exclaimed
he
,
"
forgive
me
if
I
have
offended
you
,
and
forget
the
words
I
spoke
if
they
have
unwittingly
caused
you
pain
.
"
"
No
,
Maximilian
,
I
am
not
offended
,
"
answered
she
,
"
but
do
you
not
see
what
a
poor
,
helpless
being
I
am
,
almost
a
stranger
and
an
outcast
in
my
father
's
house
,
where
even
he
is
seldom
seen
;
whose
will
has
been
thwarted
,
and
spirits
broken
,
from
the
age
of
ten
years
,
beneath
the
iron
rod
so
sternly
held
over
me
;
oppressed
,
mortified
,
and
persecuted
,
day
by
day
,
hour
by
hour
,
minute
by
minute
,
no
person
has
cared
for
,
even
observed
my
sufferings
,
nor
have
I
ever
breathed
one
word
on
the
subject
save
to
yourself
.
Outwardly
and
in
the
eyes
of
the
world
,
I
am
surrounded
by
kindness
and
affection
;
but
the
reverse
is
the
case
.
The
general
remark
is
,
'
Oh
,
it
can
not
be
expected
that
one
of
so
stern
a
character
as
M.
Villefort
could
lavish
the
tenderness
some
fathers
do
on
their
daughters
.
What
though
she
has
lost
her
own
mother
at
a
tender
age
,
she
has
had
the
happiness
to
find
a
second
mother
in
Madame
de
Villefort
.
'
The
world
,
however
,
is
mistaken
;
my
father
abandons
me
from
utter
indifference
,
while
my
mother-inlaw
detests
me
with
a
hatred
so
much
the
more
terrible
because
it
is
veiled
beneath
a
continual
smile
.
"
"
Hate
you
,
sweet
Valentine
,
"
exclaimed
the
young
man
;
"
how
is
it
possible
for
any
one
to
do
that
?
"
"
Alas
,
"
replied
the
weeping
girl
,
"
I
am
obliged
to
own
that
my
mother-inlaw
's
aversion
to
me
arises
from
a
very
natural
source
--
her
overweening
love
for
her
own
child
,
my
brother
Edward
.
