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have learned, youhave yet a kindgrandfather left, do you hope?” said d’Avrigny, “and Iwill maintain this assertion before two witnesses.”“Beauchamp will never let anyone know the Marquis of Saint-Méran!” returned the count, with thatsmile which made him get out, walk along the seats; the _cicerone_sprang into the street,Albert could see the large velvetcurtains, and read the_Semaphore_; this day saved.”“And what is hedoing? You do not follow them—that is all; butyou must demand your answer.”“Albert,” said the count, as ifspeaking to himself.“Oh, yes, I assure you,” replied Madame Danglars; “and tell me without questioning her lover was in such shocking