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While Madame de Villefort remained rooted to the spot like a statue of terror, and Villefort, with his head hidden in the bedclothes, saw nothing around him, d’Avrigny approached the window, that he might the better examine the contents of the glass, and dipping the tip of his finger in, tasted it.

“I know it,” returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of his tail.

I think I can swim to the shore and pull the raft after me, if you will only hold fast to the tip of my tail.”

As for the Lion, he wiped his eyes so often with the tip of his tail that it became quite wet, and he was obliged to go out into the courtyard and hold it in the sun till it dried.