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"
My
friend
,
"
said
she
,
"
how
came
you
here
?
Alas
,
I
would
say
you
are
welcome
,
had
not
death
opened
the
way
for
you
into
this
house
.
"
"
Valentine
,
"
said
Morrel
with
a
trembling
voice
,
"
I
had
waited
since
half-past
eight
,
and
did
not
see
you
come
;
I
became
uneasy
,
leaped
the
wall
,
found
my
way
through
the
garden
,
when
voices
conversing
about
the
fatal
event
"
--
"
What
voices
?
"
asked
Valentine
.
Morrel
shuddered
as
he
thought
of
the
conversation
of
the
doctor
and
M.
de
Villefort
,
and
he
thought
he
could
see
through
the
sheet
the
extended
hands
,
the
stiff
neck
,
and
the
purple
lips
.
"
Your
servants
,
"
said
he
,
"
who
were
repeating
the
whole
of
the
sorrowful
story
;
from
them
I
learned
it
all
.
"
"
But
it
was
risking
the
failure
of
our
plan
to
come
up
here
,
love
.
"
"
Forgive
me
,
"
replied
Morrel
;
"
I
will
go
away
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Valentine
,
"
you
might
meet
some
one
;
stay
.
"
"
But
if
any
one
should
come
here
"
--
The
young
girl
shook
her
head
.
"
No
one
will
come
,
"
said
she
;
"
do
not
fear
,
there
is
our
safeguard
,
"
pointing
to
the
bed
.
"
But
what
has
become
of
M.
d'Epinay
?
"
replied
Morrel
.
