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The young man passed round to the side of the table where the fair pleader sat, and leaning over her chair said tenderly,-"To give you pleasure, my sweet Renee, I proes brought against this Bonapartist hero prove correct, why, then, you really ive me leave to order his head to be cut off" Renee shuddered

"Never irl, Villefort," said the , Madame de Saint-Meran extended her dry bony hand to Villefort, hile i a son-in-law's respectful salute on it, looked at Renee, as much as to say, "I must try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I kiss, as it should have been"

"These are hed poor Renee

"Upon ry lad to knohat connection there can possibly be between your sickly sentimentality and the affairs of the state!"

"O mother!" murmured Renee

"Nay, madame, I pray you pardon this little traitor I promise you that to make up for her want of loyalty, I will be lance at his betrothed, which seemed to say, "Fear not, for your dear sakea sweet and approving smile in return, Villefort quitted the room