《基督山伯爵》第094章 吐露真情
AT THE SAME moment M. de Villefort's voice was heard calling from his study, "What is the matter?" Morrel looked at Noirtier who had recovered his self-command, and with a glance indicated the closet where once before under somewhat similar circumstances, he had taken refuge. He had only time to get his hat and throw himself breathless into the closet when the procureur's footstep was heard in the passage. Villefort sprang into the room, ran to Valentine, and took her in his arms. "A physician, a physician,--M. d'Avrigny！" cried Villefort; "or rather I will go for him myself." He flew from the apartment, and Morrel at the same moment darted out at the other door. He had been struck to the heart by a frightful recollection--the conversation he had heard between the doctor and Villefort the night of Madame de Saint-M茅ran's death, recurred to him; these symptoms, to a less alarming extent, were the same which had preceded the death of Barrois. At the same time Monte Cristo's voice seemed to resound in his ear with the words he had heard only two hours before, "Whatever you want, Morrel, come to me; I have great power." More rapidly than thought, he darted down the Rue Matignon, and thence to the Avenue des Champs Elys茅es.
Meanwhile M. de Villefort arrived in a hired cabriolet at M. d'Avrigny's door. He rang so violently that the porter was alarmed. Villefort ran up-stairs without saying a word. The porter knew him, and let him pass, only calling to him, "In his study, Monsieur Procureur--in his study！" Villefort pushed, or rather forced, the door open. "Ah," said the doctor, "is it you?"
"Yes," said Villefort, closing the door after him, "it is I, who am come in my turn to ask you if we are quite alone. Doctor, my house is accursed！"
"What?" said the latter with apparent coolness, but with deep emotion, "have you another invalid?"
"Yes, doctor," cried Villefort, clutching his hair, "yes！"
D'Avrigny's look implied, "I told you it would be so." Then he slowly uttered these words, "Who is now dying in your house? What new victim is going to accuse you of weakness before God?" A mournful sob burst from Villefort's heart; he approached the doctor, and seizing his arm,--"Valentine," said he, "it is Valentine's turn！"
"Your daughter?" cried d'Avrigny with grief and surprise.
"You see you were deceived," murmured the magistrate; "come and see her, and on her bed of agony entreat her pardon for having suspected her."
"Each time you have applied to me," said the doctor, "it has been too late; still I will go. But let us make haste, sir; with the enemies you have to do with there is no time to be lost."
"Oh, this time, doctor, you shall not have to reproach me with weakness. This time I will know the assassin, and will pursue him."
"Let us try first to save the victim before we think of revenging her," said d'Avrigny. "Come." The same cabriolet which had brought Villefort took them back at full speed, and at this moment Morrel rapped at Monte Cristo's door. The count was in his study and was reading with an angry look something which Bertuccio had brought in haste. Hearing the name of Morrel, who had left him only two hours before, the count raised his head, arose, and sprang to meet him. "What is the matter, Maximilian?" asked he; "you are pale, and the perspiration rolls from your forehead." Morrel fell into a chair. "Yes," said he, "I came quickly; I wanted to speak to you."
"Are all your family well?" asked the count, with an affectionate benevolence, whose sincerity no one could for a moment doubt.
"Thank you, count--thank you," said the young man, evidently embarrassed how to begin the conversation; "yes, every one in my family is well."
"So much the better; yet you have something to tell me?" replied the count with increased anxiety.
"Yes," said Morrel, "it is true; I have but now left a house where death has just entered, to run to you."
"Are you then come from M. de Morcerf's?" asked Monte Cristo.
"No," said Morrel; "is some one dead in his house?"
"The general has just blown his brains out," replied Monte Cristo with great coolness.
"Oh, what a dreadful event！" cried Maximilian.
"Not for the countess, or for Albert," said Monte Cristo; "a dead father or husband is better than a dishonored one,--blood washes out shame."
"Poor countess," said Maximilian, "I pity her very much; she is so noble a woman！"
"Pity Albert also, Maximilian; for believe me he is the worthy son of the countess. But let us return to yourself. You have hastened to me--can I have the happiness of being useful to you?"
"Yes, I need your help: that is I thought like a madman that you could lend me your assistance in a case where God alone can succor me."
"Tell me what it is," replied Monte Cristo.
"Oh," said Morrel, "I know not, indeed, if I may reveal this secret to mortal ears, but fatality impels me, necessity constrains me, count"--Morrel hesitated. "Do you think I love you?" said Monte Cristo, taking the young man's hand affectionately in his.
"Oh, you encourage me, and something tells me there," placing his hand on his heart, "that I ought to have no secret from you."
"You are right, Morrel; God is speaking to your heart, and your heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says."
"Count, will you allow me to send Baptistin to inquire after some one you know?"
"I am at your service, and still more my servants."
"Oh, I cannot live if she is not better."
"Shall I ring for Baptistin?"
"No, I will go and speak to him myself." Morrel went out, called Baptistin, and whispered a few words to him. The valet ran directly. "Well, have you sent?" asked Monte Cristo, seeing Morrel return.
"Yes, and now I shall be more calm."
"You know I am waiting," said Monte Cristo, smiling.
"Yes, and I will tell you. One evening I was in a garden; a clump of trees concealed me; no one suspected I was there. Two persons passed near me--allow me to conceal their names for the present; they were speaking in an undertone, and yet I was so interested in what they said that I did not lose a single word."
"This is a gloomy introduction, if I may judge from your pallor and shuddering, Morrel."
"Oh, yes, very gloomy, my friend. Some one had just died in the house to which that garden belonged. One of the persons whose conversation I overheard was the master of the house; the other, the physician. The former was confiding to the latter his grief and fear, for it was the second time within a month that death had suddenly and unexpectedly entered that house which was apparently destined to destruction by some exterminating angel, as an object of God's anger."
"Ah, indeed?" said Monte Cristo, looking earnestly at the young man, and by an imperceptible movement turning his chair, so that he remained in the shade while the light fell full on Maximilian's face. "Yes," continued Morrel, "death had entered that house twice within one month."
"And what did the doctor answer?" asked Monte Cristo.
"He replied--he replied, that the death was not a natural one, and must be attributed"--
"To what?"
"To poison."
"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo with a slight cough which in moments of extreme emotion helped him to disguise a blush, or his pallor, or the intense interest with which he listened; "indeed, Maximilian, did you hear that?"
"Yes, my dear count, I heard it; and the doctor added that if another death occurred in a similar way he must appeal to justice." Monte Cristo listened, or appeared to do so, with the greatest calmness. "Well," said Maximilian, "death came a third time, and neither the master of the house nor the doctor said a word. Death is now, perhaps, striking a fourth blow. Count, what am I bound to do, being in possession of this secret?"
"My dear friend," said Monte Cristo, "you appear to be relating an adventure which we all know by heart. I know the house where you heard it, or one very similar to it; a house with a garden, a master, a physician, and where there have been three unexpected and sudden deaths. Well, I have not intercepted your confidence, and yet I know all that as well as you, and I have no conscientious scruples. No, it does not concern me. You say an exterminating angel appears to have devoted that house to God's anger--well, who says your supposition is not reality? Do not notice things which those whose interest it is to see them pass over. If it is God's justice, instead of his anger, which is walking through that house, Maximilian, turn away your face and let his justice accomplish its purpose." Morrel shuddered. There was something mournful, solemn, and terrible in the count's manner. "Besides," continued he, in so changed a tone that no one would have supposed it was the same person speaking--"besides, who says that it will begin again?"
"It has returned, count," exclaimed Morrel; "that is why I hastened to you."
"Well, what do you wish me to do? Do you wish me, for instance, to give information to the procureur?" Monte Cristo uttered the last words with so much meaning that Morrel, starting up, cried out, "You know of whom I speak, count, do you not?"
"Perfectly well, my good friend; and I will prove it to you by putting the dots to the 'i,' or rather by naming the persons. You were walking one evening in M. de Villefort's garden; from what you relate, I suppose it to have been the evening of Madame de Saint-M茅ran's death. You heard M. de Villefort talking to M. d'Avrigny about the death of M. de Saint-M茅ran, and that no less surprising, of the countess. M. d'Avrigny said he believed they both proceeded from poison; and you, honest man, have ever since been asking your heart and sounding your conscience to know if you ought to expose or conceal this secret. Why do you torment them? 'Conscience, what hast thou to do with me?' as Sterne said. My dear fellow, let them sleep on, if they are asleep; let them grow pale in their drowsiness, if they are disposed to do so, and pray do you remain in peace, who have no remorse to disturb you." Deep grief was depicted on Morrel's features; he seized Monte Cristo's hand. "But it is beginning again, I say！"
"Well," said the Count, astonished at his perseverance, which he could not understand, and looking still more earnestly at Maximilian, "let it begin again,--it is like the house of the Atreidae;* God has condemned them, and they must submit to their punishment. They will all disappear, like the fabrics children build with cards, and which fall, one by one, under the breath of their builder, even if there are two hundred of them. Three months since it was M. de Saint-M茅ran; Madame de Saint-M茅ran two months since; the other day it was Barrois; to-day, the old Noirtier, or young Valentine."
* In the old Greek legend the Atreidae, or children of Atreus, were doomed to punishment because of the abominable crime of their father. The Agamemnon of Aeschylus is based on this legend.
"You knew it?" cried Morrel, in such a paroxysm of terror that Monte Cristo started,--he whom the falling heavens would have found unmoved; "you knew it, and said nothing?"
"And what is it to me?" replied Monte Cristo, shrugging his shoulders; "do I know those people? and must I lose the one to save the other? Faith, no, for between the culprit and the victim I have no choice."
"But I," cried Morrel, groaning with sorrow, "I love her！"
"You love?--whom?" cried Monte Cristo, starting to his feet, and seizing the two hands which Morrel was raising towards heaven.
"I love most fondly--I love madly--I love as a man who would give his life-blood to spare her a tear--I love Valentine de Villefort, who is being murdered at this moment！ Do you understand me? I love her; and I ask God and you how I can save her?" Monte Cristo uttered a cry which those only can conceive who have heard the roar of a wounded lion. "Unhappy man," cried he, wringing his hands in his turn; "you love Valentine,--that daughter of an accursed race！" Never had Morrel witnessed such an expression--never had so terrible an eye flashed before his face--never had the genius of terror he had so often seen, either on the battle-field or in the murderous nights of Algeria, shaken around him more dreadful fire. He drew back terrified.
As for Monte Cristo, after this ebullition he closed his eyes as if dazzled by internal light. In a moment he restrained himself so powerfully that the tempestuous heaving of his breast subsided, as turbulent and foaming waves yield to the sun's genial influence when the cloud has passed. This silence, self-control, and struggle lasted about twenty seconds, then the count raised his pallid face. "See," said he, "my dear friend, how God punishes the most thoughtless and unfeeling men for their indifference, by presenting dreadful scenes to their view. I, who was looking on, an eager and curious spectator,--I, who was watching the working of this mournful tragedy,--I, who like a wicked angel was laughing at the evil men committed protected by secrecy （a secret is easily kept by the rich and powerful）， I am in my turn bitten by the serpent whose tortuous course I was watching, and bitten to the heart！"
Morrel groaned. "Come, come," continued the count, "complaints are unavailing, be a man, be strong, be full of hope, for I am here and will watch over you." Morrel shook his head sorrowfully. "I tell you to hope. Do you understand me?" cried Monte Cristo. "Remember that I never uttered a falsehood and am never deceived. It is twelve o'clock, Maximilian; thank heaven that you came at noon rather than in the evening, or to-morrow morning. Listen, Morrel--it is noon; if Valentine is not now dead, she will not die."
"How so?" cried Morrel, "when I left her dying?" Monte Cristo pressed his hands to his forehead. What was passing in that brain, so loaded with dreadful secrets? What does the angel of light or the angel of darkness say to that mind, at once implacable and generous? God only knows.
Monte Cristo raised his head once more, and this time he was calm as a child awaking from its sleep. "Maximilian," said he, "return home. I command you not to stir--attempt nothing, not to let your countenance betray a thought, and I will send you tidings. Go."
"Oh, count, you overwhelm me with that coolness. Have you, then, power against death? Are you superhuman? Are you an angel?" And the young man, who had never shrunk from danger, shrank before Monte Cristo with indescribable terror. But Monte Cristo looked at him with so melancholy and sweet a smile, that Maximilian felt the tears filling his eyes. "I can do much for you, my friend," replied the count. "Go; I must be alone." Morrel, subdued by the extraordinary ascendancy Monte Cristo exercised over everything around him, did not endeavor to resist it. He pressed the count's hand and left. He stopped one moment at the door for Baptistin, whom he saw in the Rue Matignon, and who was running.
Meanwhile, Villefort and d'Avrigny had made all possible haste, Valentine had not revived from her fainting fit on their arrival, and the doctor examined the invalid with all the care the circumstances demanded, and with an interest which the knowledge of the secret intensified twofold. Villefort, closely watching his countenance and his lips, awaited the result of the examination. Noirtier, paler than even the young girl, more eager than Villefort for the decision, was watching also intently and affectionately. At last d'Avrigny slowly uttered these words:--"she is still alive！"
"Still?" cried Villefort; "oh, doctor, what a dreadful word is that."
"Yes," said the physician, "I repeat it; she is still alive, and I am astonished at it."
"But is she safe?" asked the father.
"Yes, since she lives." At that moment d'Avrigny's glance met Noirtier's eye. It glistened with such extraordinary joy, so rich and full of thought, that the physician was struck. He placed the young girl again on the chair,--her lips were scarcely discernible, they were so pale and white, as well as her whole face,--and remained motionless, looking at Noirtier, who appeared to anticipate and commend all he did. "Sir," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, "call Mademoiselle Valentine's maid, if you please." Villefort went himself to find her; and d'Avrigny approached Noirtier. "Have you something to tell me?" asked he. The old man winked his eyes expressively, which we may remember was his only way of expressing his approval.
"Privately?"
"Yes."
"Well, I will remain with you." At this moment Villefort returned, followed by the lady's maid; and after her came Madame de Villefort.
"What is the matter, then, with this dear child? she has just left me, and she complained of being indisposed, but I did not think seriously of it." The young woman with tears in her eyes and every mark of affection of a true mother, approached Valentine and took her hand. D'Avrigny continued to look at Noirtier; he saw the eyes of the old man dilate and become round, his cheeks turn pale and tremble; the perspiration stood in drops upon his forehead. "Ah," said he, involuntarily following Noirtier's eyes, which were fixed on Madame de Villefort, who repeated,--"This poor child would be better in bed. Come, Fanny, we will put her to bed." M. d'Avrigny, who saw that would be a means of his remaining alone with Noirtier, expressed his opinion that it was the best thing that could be done; but he forbade that anything should be given to her except what he ordered.
They carried Valentine away; she had revived, but could scarcely move or speak, so shaken was her frame by the attack. She had, however, just power to give one parting look to her grandfather, who in losing her seemed to be resigning his very soul. D'Avrigny followed the invalid, wrote a prescription, ordered Villefort to take a cabriolet, go in person to a chemist's to get the prescribed medicine, bring it himself, and wait for him in his daughter's room. Then, having renewed his injunction not to give Valentine anything, he went down again to Noirtier, shut the doors carefully, and after convincing himself that no one was listening,--"Do you," said he, "know anything of this young lady's illness?"
"Yes," said the old man.
"We have no time to lose; I will question, and do you answer me." Noirtier made a sign that he was ready to answer. "Did you anticipate the accident which has happened to your granddaughter?"
"Yes." D'Avrigny reflected a moment; then approaching Noirtier,--"Pardon what I am going to say," added he, "but no indication should be neglected in this terrible situation. Did you see poor Barrois die?" Noirtier raised his eyes to heaven. "Do you know of what he died！" asked d'Avrigny, placing his hand on Noirtier's shoulder.
"Yes," replied the old man.
"Do you think he died a natural death?" A sort of smile was discernible on the motionless lips of Noirtier.
"Then you have thought that Barrois was poisoned?"
"Yes."
"Do you think the poison he fell a victim to was intended for him?"
"No."
"Do you think the same hand which unintentionally struck Barrois has now attacked Valentine?"
"Yes."
"Then will she die too?" asked d'Avrigny, fixing his penetrating gaze on Noirtier. He watched the effect of this question on the old man. "No," replied he with an air of triumph which would have puzzled the most clever diviner. "Then you hope?" said d'Avrigny, with surprise.
"Yes."
"What do you hope?" The old man made him understand with his eyes that he could not answer. "Ah, yes, it is true," murmured d'Avrigny. Then, turning to Noirtier,--"Do you hope the assassin will be tried?"
"No."
"Then you hope the poison will take no effect on Valentine?"
"Yes."
"It is no news to you," added d'Avrigny, "to tell you that an attempt has been made to poison her?" The old man made a sign that he entertained no doubt upon the subject. "Then how do you hope Valentine will escape?" Noirtier kept his eyes steadfastly fixed on the same spot. D'Avrigny followed the direction and saw that they were fixed on a bottle containing the mixture which he took every morning. "Ah, indeed?" said d'Avrigny, struck with a sudden thought, "has it occurred to you"--Noirtier did not let him finish. "Yes," said he. "To prepare her system to resist poison?"
"Yes."
"By accustoming her by degrees"--
"Yes, yes, yes," said Noirtier, delighted to be understood.
"Of course. I had told you that there was brucine in the mixture I give you."
"Yes."
"And by accustoming her to that poison, you have endeavored to neutralize the effect of a similar poison?" Noirtier's joy continued. "And you have succeeded," exclaimed d'Avrigny. "Without that precaution Valentine would have died before assistance could have been procured. The dose has been excessive, but she has only been shaken by it; and this time, at any rate, Valentine will not die." A superhuman joy expanded the old man's eyes, which were raised towards heaven with an expression of infinite gratitude. At this moment Villefort returned. "Here, doctor," said he, "is what you sent me for."
"Was this prepared in your presence?"
"Yes," replied the procureur.
"Have you not let it go out of your hands?"
"No." D'Avrigny took the bottle, poured some drops of the mixture it contained in the hollow of his hand, and swallowed them. "Well," said he, "let us go to Valentine; I will give instructions to every one, and you, M. de Villefort, will yourself see that no one deviates from them."
At the moment when d'Avrigny was returning to Valentine's room, accompanied by Villefort, an Italian priest, of serious demeanor and calm and firm tone, hired for his use the house adjoining the hotel of M. de Villefort. No one knew how the three former tenants of that house left it. About two hours afterwards its foundation was reported to be unsafe; but the report did not prevent the new occupant establishing himself there with his modest furniture the same day at five o'clock. The lease was drawn up for three, six, or nine years by the new tenant, who, according to the rule of the proprietor, paid six months in advance. This new tenant, who, as we have said, was an Italian, was called Il Signor Giacomo Busoni. Workmen were immediately called in, and that same night the passengers at the end of the faubourg saw with surprise that carpenters and masons were occupied in repairing the lower part of the tottering house.
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莫雷尔打了一个寒颤。伯爵的语气中带着某种哀伤，庄严和可怕的气氛。鈥湺遥�澦绦担目谄蝗桓谋洌谷四岩韵嘈耪馐峭桓鋈嗽谒邓担�斺�斺�湺遥邓嵩倮茨兀库��
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鈥溨赖檬智宄业暮门笥眩铱梢跃俪瞿切┤说男彰聪蚰惚Ｖの抑勒庑Ｓ幸惶焱砩夏阕呓Ｏ壬幕ㄔ埃菽愕男鹗觯也露鞘窃谑�路梅朗夫人去世的那天晚上。你听到维尔福先生和阿夫里尼先生谈论圣路梅朗先生和侯爵夫人的死。阿夫里尼先生说，他相信他们两人都是中毒才死的，而你这个注重名誉的人，就从此日夜门心自问，究竟应不应该揭露这个秘密、或隐讳这个秘密。我们现在已不是在中世纪了，亲爱的朋友，现在已不再有宗教秘密法庭或良心裁判所。你跟那些人有什么关系呢？正如斯特恩［斯特恩（一七一三鈥斠黄吡耍⒐∷导摇ｂ�斺�斠胱ⅲ菟档模衡�樍夹暮牵愀矣惺裁垂叵担库�櫸仪装模偃缌夹乃牛腿盟绦氯ィ偃缌夹男炎牛腿盟炎拍咽芤换岫伞Ｎ松系鄣陌舶簿簿驳厣畎桑⒉幌肜创蛉拍愕纳睿♀��
莫雷尔的脸上露出一种可怕的痛苦的神情，他抓住基督山的手。鈥溈墒窍衷谒掷戳恕ｂ��
鈥溝牛♀�� 伯爵说，他非常惊讶于莫雷尔这种坚持的态度，他不懂这是为了什么，只是更急切地望着他，鈥溔盟倮窗伞Ｄ鞘且桓霭⑻乩棺澹巯＠吧窕爸惺艿教旆＃韵嗖猩钡囊蛔迦恕ｂ�斺�斠胱ⅲ莸募彝ィ系垡雅辛怂堑淖铮潜匦氤惺芩堑某头！Ｋ嵌冀蠛⒆用怯弥脚拼畛傻亩鳎淮丛煺咔崆岬匾淮稻鸵桓鲆桓龅氐梗词顾怯辛桨俑鲋唷Ｈ鲈乱郧埃鞘�路梅朗先生，两个月以前圣路梅朗夫人，不久以前，是巴罗斯，今天，是那年老的诺瓦蒂埃或年轻的瓦朗蒂娜了。鈥�
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基督山发出一声只有那些听到过一只受伤的狮子的吼声的人才能想象得出的喊叫。鈥湶恍业娜四模♀�澦暗溃庖淮温值剿创曜约旱乃至耍�溎惆呃实倌龋♀�斺�� 爱那个该死的家族的女儿！鈥澞锥永床辉姓庋谋砬椋凰永床辉龉庋膳碌难酃猓患词乖谡匠∩希诎⒍袄羌ち也返囊辜洌鼻沟谒闹芙恢诺氖焙颍膊辉庋目植馈Ｋ蔷痰赝笸肆思覆健�
至于基督山，在一阵激动以后，他的眼睛闪了一会儿，象是内心的闪光照花了眼。一会儿，他已这样有力地约束住自己；他那猛烈地起伏的胸膛平息了下去，象是乌云过去后那汹涌的波涛受了阳光和蔼的照射一样。这种沉默挣扎和自制大约持续了二十秒钟；然后，伯爵抬起他那苍白的脸。鈥溓啤ｂ��
他说，鈥溛仪装呐笥眩系墼诔头Ｄ切┳畲中暮臀耷榈娜耍头Ｋ悄映鱿衷谒敲媲暗目植赖那榫啊Ｎ遥桓鑫耷槎闷娴呐怨壅摺Ｎ遥溲圩⑹幼耪獬”绲姆⑸Ｎ遥诿孛艿谋；ぶ拢ㄓ星惺凭腿菀妆３置孛埽笠桓龆褡骶绲奶焓鼓茄靶ψ湃嗣撬傅淖锒瘢�斺�斘乙脖荒翘跷易⑹幼潘卸某嗔飞咭肆耍蚁衷谡谝业男目谏希♀��
莫雷尔呻吟着。
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莫雷尔伤心地摇摇头。
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基督山用双手捧住他头。在那个沉甸甸地装满秘密的脑子里，究竟在想些什么呢？光明天使或黑暗之神对那个冤仇难解而同时又宽宏大量的头脑到底说了些什么话呢？那只有上帝知道了。
基督山再一次抬头来，这一次，他的脸平静得象刚睡醒的小孩子一样。鈥溌砦髅桌迹�澦担�溁丶胰グ伞Ｎ颐钅悴灰叶灰扇∪魏畏椒ǎ灰媚愕牧成狭髀兑凰坑浅睢Ｎ一岚严⒏愕摹Ｈグ桑♀��
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基督山对他周围的一切都有一种特别的控制力，莫雷尔不想再说些什么。他紧紧地握了握伯爵的手走了。他在门口站了一会儿等待巴浦斯汀，他正从梅狄侬路跑过来。
这时，维尔福和阿夫里尼已经赶回家来了。他们到家的时候，瓦朗蒂娜还没有苏醒过来；医生正十分仔细地检查这个虚弱的病人。维尔福密切地注视着他的脸和嘴唇，等待检查的结果。诺瓦蒂埃的脸甚至比那瓦朗蒂娜更苍白，他也是全神贯注地等待着，比维尔福更急于想知道医生的决断。终于，阿夫里尼终于慢吞吞地说出这几个字：鈥溗尤换够钭牛♀��
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鈥溗镁攘寺穑库�澦母盖椎奈省�
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这时，阿夫里尼的眼光接触到了诺梯埃的眼光，他的眼睛里闪烁着一种异样的喜悦和包含着很深的涵义，这些全引起了医生的注意。他把瓦朗蒂娜放回到椅子上，她的嘴唇是那样苍白无色，简直与她的面孔一样灰白。然后他一动不动地站着，望着诺瓦蒂埃，诺瓦蒂埃似乎已预料到他所做的一切。
鈥湼笙拢�澃⒎蚶锬岫晕Ｋ担�溓肽ソ型呃实倌刃〗愕逆九础ｂ��
维尔福亲自去找她，阿夫里尼走到诺瓦蒂埃面前。鈥溎谢耙嫠呶衣穑库�澦省�
老人意味深长的眨一眨他的眼睛。我们应该记得，这是他所能做的唯一表示肯定动作。
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阿夫里尼先生觉到那个建议给了他一个单独跟诺瓦梯埃密谈的一个机会，便表示那是最好的办法；但他吩咐，除了他的命令，禁止给她吃喝任何东西。
她们抬着瓦朗蒂娜走了；她已经醒过来，但却还不能行动或说话，这次发作把她周身的骨都抖松了。可是她还能给她的祖父一个目光。阿夫里尼跟着病人出去，开了一张药方，吩咐维尔福乘一辆轻便马车亲自到药剂师那儿去取药，亲自拿来，他在他女儿的卧室里等他。然后，又重新吩咐一遍不准给瓦朗蒂娜吃喝任何东西以后，他又回到诺瓦蒂埃的房间里，小心地关上房门，确定没以有人在窃听，便说：鈥溹牛杂谀锱牟。酪坏懔税桑库��
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诺瓦蒂埃做了一个愿意回答的表示。
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抬起眼睛望着上天。
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老人表示他对这一点并无异义。
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诺瓦蒂埃把他的眼光紧紧地盯着一个地方。阿夫里尼顺着那个方向望过去，发觉他的眼光盯在他每天早晨服用的那只药瓶上。鈥湴。。♀�澃⒎蚶锬崴担蝗挥辛艘桓瞿钔罚�溎训滥丫�斺�斺��
诺瓦蒂埃不等他讲完就说：鈥準堑摹ｂ��
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诺瓦蒂埃接着露出惊喜的神情。
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一种无法形容的喜悦充满了老人的眼睛。他带着一种无限感激的神情抬头望天。这个时候，维尔福回来了。鈥溸觯缴�澦担�溎晌胰ヂ虻亩髀蚧乩戳恕ｂ��
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阿夫里尼接过药瓶，把几滴药水滴在他的手掌心里，尝了一下。鈥溹牛�澦担�溛颐堑酵呃实倌饶嵌グ桑乙シ愿烂恳桓鋈烁酶傻氖虑椋Ｏ壬鬃约喽剿遣灰ケ澄业拿睢ｂ��
当阿夫里尼在维尔福的陪伴下回到瓦朗蒂娜的房间里去的时候，一位神情严肃、语气平和而果断的意大利神父租下了维尔福先生隔壁的那座房子。谁都不知道房子里的三个房客会在两小时内搬走；不过这一阵有人传说，那座房子的根基不稳固，随时都有倒塌的可能，鈥斺�數牵庵炙媸钡顾奈Ｏ杖床⒚挥凶柚鼓俏恍路靠驮诘碧煳宓阒幼笥掖潘罴虻サ募揖甙峤础Ｄ俏恍路靠颓┝艘徽湃辍⒘昊蚓拍甑淖庠迹凑辗孔又魅说墓婢兀じ读肆鲈路孔狻Ｕ馕恍路靠停颐且丫倒且桓鲆獯罄窀福猿莆餮强履�路布沙尼先生。他很快就找来了工匠；当天晚上，街上的行人惊奇地看见木匠和泥水匠在匆匆地修理危房的墙基。
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