trust, and will not alter a word of his intentions."
"Oh, I am listening with the greatest impatience," replied the young
man; "speak, I beg of you." Valentine cast down her eyes; this was a
good omen for Morrel, for he knew that nothing but happiness could have
the power of thus overcoming Valentine. "My grandfather intends leaving
this house," said she, "and Barrois is looking out suitable apartments
for him in another."
"But you, Mademoiselle de Villefort,--you, who are necessary to M.
Noirtier's happiness"--
"I?" interrupted Valentine; "I shall not leave my grandfather,--that is
an understood thing between us. My apartment will be close to his.
Now, M. de Villefort must either give his consent to this plan or his
refusal; in the first case, I shall leave directly, and in the second,
I shall wait till I am of age, which will be in about ten months. Then I
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