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"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Valentine
,
"
I
will
now
acknowledge
you
are
right
,
Maximilian
;
and
now
are
you
satisfied
with
your
betrothal
?
"
said
the
young
girl
sorrowfully
.
"
My
adored
Valentine
,
words
can
not
express
one
half
of
my
satisfaction
.
"
Valentine
had
approached
,
or
rather
,
had
placed
her
lips
so
near
the
fence
,
that
they
nearly
touched
those
of
Morrel
,
which
were
pressed
against
the
other
side
of
the
cold
and
inexorable
barrier
.
"
Adieu
,
then
,
till
we
meet
again
,
"
said
Valentine
,
tearing
herself
away
.
"
I
shall
hear
from
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Thanks
,
thanks
,
dear
love
,
adieu
!
"
The
sound
of
a
kiss
was
heard
,
and
Valentine
fled
through
the
avenue
.
Morrel
listened
to
catch
the
last
sound
of
her
dress
brushing
the
branches
,
and
of
her
footstep
on
the
gravel
,
then
raised
his
eyes
with
an
ineffable
smile
of
thankfulness
to
heaven
for
being
permitted
to
be
thus
loved
,
and
then
also
disappeared
.
The
young
man
returned
home
and
waited
all
the
evening
and
all
the
next
day
without
getting
any
message
.
It
was
only
on
the
following
day
,
at
about
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
as
he
was
starting
to
call
on
M.
Deschamps
,
the
notary
,
that
he
received
from
the
postman
a
small
billet
,
which
he
knew
to
be
from
Valentine
,
although
he
had
not
before
seen
her
writing
.
It
was
to
this
effect
:
--
Tears
,
entreaties
,
prayers
,
have
availed
me
nothing
.
Yesterday
,
for
two
hours
,
I
was
at
the
church
of
Saint
--
Phillippe
du
Roule
,
and
for
two
hours
I
prayed
most
fervently
.
Heaven
is
as
inflexible
as
man
,
and
the
signature
of
the
contract
is
fixed
for
this
evening
at
nine
o'clock
.
I
have
but
one
promise
and
but
one
heart
to
give
;
that
promise
is
pledged
to
you
,
that
heart
is
also
yours
.
This
evening
,
then
,
at
a
quarter
to
nine
at
the
gate
.
Your
betrothed
,
Valentine
de
Villefort
.
P.S.
--
My
poor
grandmother
gets
worse
and
worse
;
yesterday
her
fever
amounted
to
delirium
;
today
her
delirium
is
almost
madness
.
You
will
be
very
kind
to
me
,
will
you
not
,
Morrel
,
to
make
me
forget
my
sorrow
in
leaving
her
thus
?
I
think
it
is
kept
a
secret
from
grandpapa
Noirtier
,
that
the
contract
is
to
be
signed
this
evening
.
