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The
eyes
of
the
paralytic
expressed
a
multitude
of
tumultuous
thoughts
.
"
You
like
M.
Maximilian
Morrel
,
do
you
not
,
grandpapa
?
"
asked
Valentine
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
you
will
protect
us
,
who
are
your
children
,
against
the
will
of
my
father
?
"
--
Noirtier
cast
an
intelligent
glance
at
Morrel
,
as
if
to
say
,
"
perhaps
I
may
.
"
Maximilian
understood
him
.
"
Mademoiselle
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
have
a
sacred
duty
to
fulfil
in
your
deceased
grandmother
's
room
,
will
you
allow
me
the
honor
of
a
few
minutes
'
conversation
with
M.
Noirtier
?
"
"
That
is
it
,
"
said
the
old
man
's
eye
.
Then
he
looked
anxiously
at
Valentine
.
"
Do
you
fear
he
will
not
understand
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Oh
,
we
have
so
often
spoken
of
you
,
that
he
knows
exactly
how
I
talk
to
you
.
"
Then
turning
to
Maximilian
,
with
an
adorable
smile
;
although
shaded
by
sorrow
--
"
He
knows
everything
I
know
,
"
said
she
.
Valentine
arose
,
placed
a
chair
for
Morrel
,
requested
Barrois
not
to
admit
any
one
,
and
having
tenderly
embraced
her
grandfather
,
and
sorrowfully
taken
leave
of
Morrel
,
she
went
away
.
To
prove
to
Noirtier
that
he
was
in
Valentine
's
confidence
and
knew
all
their
secrets
,
Morrel
took
the
dictionary
,
a
pen
,
and
some
paper
,
and
placed
them
all
on
a
table
where
there
was
a
light
.
