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"
I
have
another
,
"
replied
Maximilian
;
"
but
I
fear
you
will
deem
it
even
more
absurd
than
the
first
.
"
"
So
much
the
worse
,
"
said
Valentine
,
smiling
.
"
It
is
,
nevertheless
,
conclusive
to
my
mind
.
My
ten
years
of
service
have
also
confirmed
my
ideas
on
the
subject
of
sudden
inspirations
,
for
I
have
several
times
owed
my
life
to
a
mysterious
impulse
which
directed
me
to
move
at
once
either
to
the
right
or
to
the
left
,
in
order
to
escape
the
ball
which
killed
the
comrade
fighting
by
my
side
,
while
it
left
me
unharmed
.
"
"
Dear
Maximilian
,
why
not
attribute
your
escape
to
my
constant
prayers
for
your
safety
?
When
you
are
away
,
I
no
longer
pray
for
myself
,
but
for
you
.
"
"
Yes
,
since
you
have
known
me
,
"
said
Morrel
,
smiling
;
"
but
that
can
not
apply
to
the
time
previous
to
our
acquaintance
,
Valentine
.
"
"
You
are
very
provoking
,
and
will
not
give
me
credit
for
anything
;
but
let
me
hear
this
second
proof
,
which
you
yourself
own
to
be
absurd
.
"
"
Well
,
look
through
this
opening
,
and
you
will
see
the
beautiful
new
horse
which
I
rode
here
.
"
"
Ah
,
what
a
beautiful
creature
!
"
cried
Valentine
;
"
why
did
you
not
bring
him
close
to
the
gate
,
so
that
I
could
talk
to
him
and
pat
him
?
"
"
He
is
,
as
you
see
,
a
very
valuable
animal
,
"
said
Maximilian
.
"
You
know
that
my
means
are
limited
,
and
that
I
am
what
would
be
designated
a
man
of
moderate
pretensions
.
Well
,
I
went
to
a
horse
dealer
's
,
where
I
saw
this
magnificent
horse
,
which
I
have
named
Medeah
.
I
asked
the
price
;
they
told
me
it
was
4,500
francs
.
I
was
,
therefore
,
obliged
to
give
it
up
,
as
you
may
imagine
,
but
I
own
I
went
away
with
rather
a
heavy
heart
,
for
the
horse
had
looked
at
me
affectionately
,
had
rubbed
his
head
against
me
and
,
when
I
mounted
him
,
had
pranced
in
the
most
delightful
way
imaginable
,
so
that
I
was
altogether
fascinated
with
him
.
The
same
evening
some
friends
of
mine
visited
me
--
M.
de
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
M.
Debray
,
and
five
or
six
other
choice
spirits
,
whom
you
do
not
know
,
even
by
name
.
They
proposed
a
game
of
bouillotte
.
I
never
play
,
for
I
am
not
rich
enough
to
afford
to
lose
,
or
sufficiently
poor
to
desire
to
gain
.
