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"
And
where
is
she
,
then
?
If
you
know
,
why
do
n't
you
tell
?
"
"
She
is
under
the
big
chestnut-tree
,
"
replied
the
spoiled
brat
,
as
he
gave
,
in
spite
of
his
mother
's
commands
,
live
flies
to
the
parrot
,
which
seemed
keenly
to
relish
such
fare
.
Madame
de
Villefort
stretched
out
her
hand
to
ring
,
intending
to
direct
her
waiting-maid
to
the
spot
where
she
would
find
Valentine
,
when
the
young
lady
herself
entered
the
apartment
.
She
appeared
much
dejected
;
and
any
person
who
considered
her
attentively
might
have
observed
the
traces
of
recent
tears
in
her
eyes
.
Valentine
,
whom
we
have
in
the
rapid
march
of
our
narrative
presented
to
our
readers
without
formally
introducing
her
,
was
a
tall
and
graceful
girl
of
nineteen
,
with
bright
chestnut
hair
,
deep
blue
eyes
,
and
that
reposeful
air
of
quiet
distinction
which
characterized
her
mother
.
Her
white
and
slender
fingers
,
her
pearly
neck
,
her
cheeks
tinted
with
varying
hues
reminded
one
of
the
lovely
Englishwomen
who
have
been
so
poetically
compared
in
their
manner
to
the
gracefulness
of
a
swan
.
She
entered
the
apartment
,
and
seeing
near
her
stepmother
the
stranger
of
whom
she
had
already
heard
so
much
,
saluted
him
without
any
girlish
awkwardness
,
or
even
lowering
her
eyes
,
and
with
an
elegance
that
redoubled
the
count
's
attention
.
He
rose
to
return
the
salutation
.
"
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
,
my
daughter-inlaw
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
to
Monte
Cristo
,
leaning
back
on
her
sofa
and
motioning
towards
Valentine
with
her
hand
.
"
And
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
,
King
of
China
,
Emperor
of
Cochin
--
China
,
"
said
the
young
imp
,
looking
slyly
towards
his
sister
.
Madame
de
Villefort
at
this
really
did
turn
pale
,
and
was
very
nearly
angry
with
this
household
plague
,
who
answered
to
the
name
of
Edward
;
but
the
count
,
on
the
contrary
,
smiled
,
and
appeared
to
look
at
the
boy
complacently
,
which
caused
the
maternal
heart
to
bound
again
with
joy
and
enthusiasm
.
"
But
,
madame
,
"
replied
the
count
,
continuing
the
conversation
,
and
looking
by
turns
at
Madame
de
Villefort
and
Valentine
,
"
have
I
not
already
had
the
honor
of
meeting
yourself
and
mademoiselle
before
?
I
could
not
help
thinking
so
just
now
;
the
idea
came
over
my
mind
,
and
as
mademoiselle
entered
the
sight
of
her
was
an
additional
ray
of
light
thrown
on
a
confused
remembrance
;
excuse
the
remark
.
"
"
I
do
not
think
it
likely
,
sir
;
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
is
not
very
fond
of
society
,
and
we
very
seldom
go
out
,
"
said
the
young
lady
.
"
Then
it
was
not
in
society
that
I
met
with
mademoiselle
or
yourself
,
madame
,
or
this
charming
little
merry
boy
.
Besides
,
the
Parisian
world
is
entirely
unknown
to
me
,
for
,
as
I
believe
I
told
you
,
I
have
been
in
Paris
but
very
few
days
.
No
--
but
,
perhaps
,
you
will
permit
me
to
call
to
mind
--
stay
!
"
The
Count
placed
his
hand
on
his
brow
as
if
to
collect
his
thoughts
.
"
No
--
it
was
somewhere
--
away
from
here
--
it
was
--
I
do
not
know
--
but
it
appears
that
this
recollection
is
connected
with
a
lovely
sky
and
some
religious
fete
;
mademoiselle
was
holding
flowers
in
her
hand
,
the
interesting
boy
was
chasing
a
beautiful
peacock
in
a
garden
,
and
you
,
madame
,
were
under
the
trellis
of
some
arbor
.
Pray
come
to
my
aid
,
madame
;
do
not
these
circumstances
appeal
to
your
memory
?
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
"
replied
Madame
de
Villefort
;
"
and
yet
it
appears
to
me
,
sir
,
that
if
I
had
met
you
anywhere
,
the
recollection
of
you
must
have
been
imprinted
on
my
memory
.
"
