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"
Barrois
,
"
cried
Valentine
,
"
Barrois
!
"
"
I
am
coming
,
mademoiselle
,
"
replied
he
.
"
Barrois
will
open
the
door
for
you
,
"
said
Valentine
,
addressing
Morrel
.
"
And
now
remember
one
thing
,
Monsieur
Officer
,
that
my
grandfather
commands
you
not
to
take
any
rash
or
ill-advised
step
which
would
be
likely
to
compromise
our
happiness
.
"
"
I
promised
him
to
wait
,
"
replied
Morrel
;
"
and
I
will
wait
.
"
At
this
moment
Barrois
entered
.
"
Who
rang
?
"
asked
Valentine
.
"
Doctor
d'Avrigny
,
"
said
Barrois
,
staggering
as
if
he
would
fall
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Barrois
?
"
said
Valentine
.
The
old
man
did
not
answer
,
but
looked
at
his
master
with
wild
staring
eyes
,
while
with
his
cramped
hand
he
grasped
a
piece
of
furniture
to
enable
him
to
stand
upright
.
"
He
is
going
to
fall
!
"
cried
Morrel
.
The
rigors
which
had
attacked
Barrois
gradually
increased
,
the
features
of
the
face
became
quite
altered
,
and
the
convulsive
movement
of
the
muscles
appeared
to
indicate
the
approach
of
a
most
serious
nervous
disorder
.
Noirtier
,
seeing
Barrois
in
this
pitiable
condition
,
showed
by
his
looks
all
the
various
emotions
of
sorrow
and
sympathy
which
can
animate
the
heart
of
man
.
Barrois
made
some
steps
towards
his
master
.
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
tell
me
what
is
the
matter
with
me
.
I
am
suffering
--
I
can
not
see
.
A
thousand
fiery
darts
are
piercing
my
brain
.
Ah
,
do
n't
touch
me
,
pray
do
n't
.
"
By
this
time
his
haggard
eyes
had
the
appearance
of
being
ready
to
start
from
their
sockets
;
his
head
fell
back
,
and
the
lower
extremities
of
the
body
began
to
stiffen
.
Valentine
uttered
a
cry
of
horror
;
Morrel
took
her
in
his
arms
,
as
if
to
defend
her
from
some
unknown
danger
.
"
M.
d'Avrigny
,
M.
d'Avrigny
,
"
cried
she
,
in
a
stifled
voice
.
"
Help
,
help
!
"
Barrois
turned
round
and
with
a
great
effort
stumbled
a
few
steps
,
then
fell
at
the
feet
of
Noirtier
,
and
resting
his
hand
on
the
knee
of
the
invalid
,
exclaimed
,
"
My
master
,
my
good
master
!
"
At
this
moment
M.
de
Villefort
,
attracted
by
the
noise
,
appeared
on
the
threshold
.
Morrel
relaxed
his
hold
of
Valentine
,
and
retreating
to
a
distant
corner
of
the
room
remained
half
hidden
behind
a
curtain
.
Pale
as
if
he
had
been
gazing
on
a
serpent
,
he
fixed
his
terrified
eye
on
the
agonized
sufferer
.
Noirtier
,
burning
with
impatience
and
terror
,
was
in
despair
at
his
utter
inability
to
help
his
old
domestic
,
whom
he
regarded
more
in
the
light
of
a
friend
than
a
servant
.
One
might
by
the
fearful
swelling
of
the
veins
of
his
forehead
and
the
contraction
of
the
muscles
round
the
eye
,
trace
the
terrible
conflict
which
was
going
on
between
the
living
energetic
mind
and
the
inanimate
and
helpless
body
.
Barrois
,
his
features
convulsed
,
his
eyes
suffused
with
blood
,
and
his
head
thrown
back
,
was
lying
at
full
length
,
beating
the
floor
with
his
hands
,
while
his
legs
had
become
so
stiff
,
that
they
looked
as
if
they
would
break
rather
than
bend
.
A
slight
appearance
of
foam
was
visible
around
the
mouth
,
and
he
breathed
painfully
,
and
with
extreme
difficulty
.
