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"
Never
,
never
,
never
,
"
said
the
marchioness
.
"
When
does
M.
d'Epinay
return
?
"
"
We
expect
him
every
moment
.
"
"
It
is
well
.
As
soon
as
he
arrives
inform
me
.
We
must
be
expeditious
.
And
then
I
also
wish
to
see
a
notary
,
that
I
may
be
assured
that
all
our
property
returns
to
Valentine
.
"
"
Ah
,
grandmamma
,
"
murmured
Valentine
,
pressing
her
lips
on
the
burning
brow
,
"
do
you
wish
to
kill
me
?
Oh
,
how
feverish
you
are
;
we
must
not
send
for
a
notary
,
but
for
a
doctor
.
"
"
A
doctor
?
"
said
she
,
shrugging
her
shoulders
,
"
I
am
not
ill
;
I
am
thirsty
--
that
is
all
.
"
"
What
are
you
drinking
,
dear
grandmamma
?
"
"
The
same
as
usual
,
my
dear
,
my
glass
is
there
on
the
table
--
give
it
to
me
,
Valentine
.
"
Valentine
poured
the
orangeade
into
a
glass
and
gave
it
to
her
grandmother
with
a
certain
degree
of
dread
,
for
it
was
the
same
glass
she
fancied
that
had
been
touched
by
the
spectre
.
The
marchioness
drained
the
glass
at
a
single
draught
,
and
then
turned
on
her
pillow
,
repeating
--
"
The
notary
,
the
notary
!
"
M.
de
Villefort
left
the
room
,
and
Valentine
seated
herself
at
the
bedside
of
her
grandmother
.
The
poor
child
appeared
herself
to
require
the
doctor
she
had
recommended
to
her
aged
relative
.
A
bright
spot
burned
in
either
cheek
,
her
respiration
was
short
and
difficult
,
and
her
pulse
beat
with
feverish
excitement
.
She
was
thinking
of
the
despair
of
Maximilian
,
when
he
should
be
informed
that
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
instead
of
being
an
ally
,
was
unconsciously
acting
as
his
enemy
.
More
than
once
she
thought
of
revealing
all
to
her
grandmother
,
and
she
would
not
have
hesitated
a
moment
,
if
Maximilian
Morrel
had
been
named
Albert
de
Morcerf
or
Raoul
de
Chateau
--
Renaud
;
but
Morrel
was
of
plebeian
extraction
,
and
Valentine
knew
how
the
haughty
Marquise
de
Saint
--
Meran
despised
all
who
were
not
noble
.
Her
secret
had
each
time
been
repressed
when
she
was
about
to
reveal
it
,
by
the
sad
conviction
that
it
would
be
useless
to
do
so
;
for
,
were
it
once
discovered
by
her
father
and
mother
,
all
would
be
lost
.
Two
hours
passed
thus
;
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
was
in
a
feverish
sleep
,
and
the
notary
had
arrived
.
Though
his
coming
was
announced
in
a
very
low
tone
,
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
arose
from
her
pillow
.
"
The
notary
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
let
him
come
in
.
"
