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"
No
,
no
,
friend
,
"
replied
the
doctor
,
"
you
will
soon
cease
to
suffer
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
understand
you
,
"
said
the
unhappy
man
.
"
My
God
,
have
mercy
upon
me
!
"
and
,
uttering
a
fearful
cry
,
Barrois
fell
back
as
if
he
had
been
struck
by
lightning
.
D'Avrigny
put
his
hand
to
his
heart
,
and
placed
a
glass
before
his
lips
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Villefort
.
"
Go
to
the
kitchen
and
get
me
some
syrup
of
violets
.
"
Villefort
went
immediately
.
"
Do
not
be
alarmed
,
M.
Noirtier
,
"
said
d'Avrigny
;
"
I
am
going
to
take
my
patient
into
the
next
room
to
bleed
him
;
this
sort
of
attack
is
very
frightful
to
witness
.
"
And
taking
Barrois
under
the
arms
,
he
dragged
him
into
an
adjoining
room
;
but
almost
immediately
he
returned
to
fetch
the
lemonade
.
Noirtier
closed
his
right
eye
.
"
You
want
Valentine
,
do
you
not
?
I
will
tell
them
to
send
her
to
you
.
"
Villefort
returned
,
and
d'Avrigny
met
him
in
the
passage
.
"
Well
,
how
is
he
now
?
"
asked
he
.
"
Come
in
here
,
"
said
d'Avrigny
,
and
he
took
him
into
the
chamber
where
the
sick
man
lay
.
"
Is
he
still
in
a
fit
?
"
said
the
procureur
.
"
He
is
dead
.
"
Villefort
drew
back
a
few
steps
,
and
,
clasping
his
hands
,
exclaimed
,
with
real
amazement
and
sympathy
,
"
Dead
?
--
and
so
soon
too
!
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
very
soon
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
looking
at
the
corpse
before
him
;
"
but
that
ought
not
to
astonish
you
;
Monsieur
and
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
died
as
soon
.
People
die
very
suddenly
in
your
house
,
M.
de
Villefort
.
"
"
What
?
"
cried
the
magistrate
,
with
an
accent
of
horror
and
consternation
,
"
are
you
still
harping
on
that
terrible
idea
?
"
"
Still
,
sir
;
and
I
shall
always
do
so
,
"
replied
d'Avrigny
,
"
for
it
has
never
for
one
instant
ceased
to
retain
possession
of
my
mind
;
and
that
you
may
be
quite
sure
I
am
not
mistaken
this
time
,
listen
well
to
what
I
am
going
to
say
,
M.
de
Villefort
.
"
The
magistrate
trembled
convulsively
.
"
There
is
a
poison
which
destroys
life
almost
without
leaving
any
perceptible
traces
.
I
know
it
well
;
I
have
studied
it
in
all
its
forms
and
in
the
effects
which
it
produces
.
I
recognized
the
presence
of
this
poison
in
the
case
of
poor
Barrois
as
well
as
in
that
of
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
.
There
is
a
way
of
detecting
its
presence
.
It
restores
the
blue
color
of
litmus-paper
reddened
by
an
acid
,
and
it
turns
syrup
of
violets
green
.
We
have
no
litmus-paper
,
but
,
see
,
here
they
come
with
the
syrup
of
violets
.
"