"Good-by, for the present," replied the count, walking upon tiptoe
towards the library door, and smiling with an expression so sad and
paternal that the young girl's heart was filled with gratitude.
Before closing the door he turned around once more, and said, "Not a
movement--not a word; let them think you asleep, or perhaps you may be
killed before I have the power of helping you." And with this fearful
injunction the count disappeared through the door, which noiselessly
closed after him.
Chapter 101. Locusta.
Valentine was alone; two other clocks, slower than that of
Saint-Philippe du Roule, struck the hour of midnight from different
directions, and excepting the rumbling of a few carriages all was
silent. Then Valentine's attention was engrossed by the clock in her
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