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"
I
fear
,
Valentine
,
"
replied
the
lover
,
"
that
were
she
living
I
should
never
have
had
the
happiness
of
knowing
you
;
you
would
then
have
been
too
happy
to
have
stooped
from
your
grandeur
to
bestow
a
thought
on
me
.
"
"
Now
it
is
you
who
are
unjust
,
Maximilian
,
"
cried
Valentine
;
"
but
there
is
one
thing
I
wish
to
know
.
"
"
And
what
is
that
?
"
inquired
the
young
man
,
perceiving
that
Valentine
hesitated
.
"
Tell
me
truly
,
Maximilian
,
whether
in
former
days
,
when
our
fathers
dwelt
at
Marseilles
,
there
was
ever
any
misunderstanding
between
them
?
"
"
Not
that
I
am
aware
of
,
"
replied
the
young
man
,
"
unless
,
indeed
,
any
ill-feeling
might
have
arisen
from
their
being
of
opposite
parties
--
your
father
was
,
as
you
know
,
a
zealous
partisan
of
the
Bourbons
,
while
mine
was
wholly
devoted
to
the
emperor
;
there
could
not
possibly
be
any
other
difference
between
them
.
But
why
do
you
ask
?
"
"
I
will
tell
you
,
"
replied
the
young
girl
,
"
for
it
is
but
right
you
should
know
.
Well
,
on
the
day
when
your
appointment
as
an
officer
of
the
Legion
of
honor
was
announced
in
the
papers
,
we
were
all
sitting
with
my
grandfather
,
M.
Noirtier
;
M.
Danglars
was
there
also
--
you
recollect
M.
Danglars
,
do
you
not
,
Maximilian
,
the
banker
,
whose
horses
ran
away
with
my
mother-inlaw
and
little
brother
,
and
very
nearly
killed
them
?
While
the
rest
of
the
company
were
discussing
the
approaching
marriage
of
Mademoiselle
Danglars
,
I
was
reading
the
paper
to
my
grandfather
;
but
when
I
came
to
the
paragraph
about
you
,
although
I
had
done
nothing
else
but
read
it
over
to
myself
all
the
morning
(
you
know
you
had
told
me
all
about
it
the
previous
evening
)
,
I
felt
so
happy
,
and
yet
so
nervous
,
at
the
idea
of
speaking
your
name
aloud
,
and
before
so
many
people
,
that
I
really
think
I
should
have
passed
it
over
,
but
for
the
fear
that
my
doing
so
might
create
suspicions
as
to
the
cause
of
my
silence
;
so
I
summoned
up
all
my
courage
,
and
read
it
as
firmly
and
as
steadily
as
I
could
.
"
"
Dear
Valentine
!
"
"
Well
,
would
you
believe
it
?
directly
my
father
caught
the
sound
of
your
name
he
turned
round
quite
hastily
,
and
,
like
a
poor
silly
thing
,
I
was
so
persuaded
that
every
one
must
be
as
much
affected
as
myself
by
the
utterance
of
your
name
,
that
I
was
not
surprised
to
see
my
father
start
,
and
almost
tremble
;
but
I
even
thought
(
though
that
surely
must
have
been
a
mistake
)
that
M.
Danglars
trembled
too
.
"
