The Count of Monte Cristo

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"I imagined it must be," said Morrel. Valentine looked at the young man;
they heard the street door close, then M. de Villefort locked the garden
door, and returned up-stairs. He stopped a moment in the anteroom, as
if hesitating whether to turn to his own apartment or into Madame
de Saint-Meran's; Morrel concealed himself behind a door; Valentine
remained motionless, grief seeming to deprive her of all fear. M. de
Villefort passed on to his own room. "Now," said Valentine, "you can
neither go out by the front door nor by the garden." Morrel looked at
her with astonishment. "There is but one way left you that is safe,"
said she; "it is through my grandfather's room." She rose, "Come," she
added.--"Where?" asked Maximilian.

"To my grandfather's room."

"I in M. Noirtier's apartment?"

"Yes."