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""Why so?""Because Madame de Saint-Meran is just arrived in Paris, bringing thenews of M. de Saint-Meran's death, which took place on the first stageafter he left Marseilles. Madame de Villefort, who was in very goodspirits, would neither believe nor think of the misfortune, butMademoiselle Valentine, at the first words, guessed the whole truth,notwithstanding all the precautions of her father; the blow struck herlike a thunderbolt, and she fell senseless.
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