Граф Монте-Кристо

The Lemonade.

           Youseethisisafitofapoplexy,andhemightbesavedifhecouldbutbebled!"

           "Hasheeatenanythinglately?"askedMadamedeVillefort,eludingherhusband’squestion."Madame,"repliedValentine,"hehasnotevenbreakfasted.Hehasbeenrunningveryfastonanerrandwithwhichmygrandfatherchargedhim,andwhenhereturned,tooknothingbutaglassoflemonade."

           "Ah,"saidMadamedeVillefort,"whydidhenottakewine?Lemonadewasaverybadthingforhim."

           "Grandpapa’sbottleoflemonadewasstandingjustbyhisside;poorBarroiswasverythirsty,andwasthankfultodrinkanythinghecouldfind."MadamedeVillefortstarted.Noirtierlookedatherwithaglanceofthemostprofoundscrutiny."Hehassuchashortneck,"saidshe."Madame,"saidVillefort,"IaskwhereisM.d’Avrigny?InGod’snameanswerme!"

           "HeiswithEdward,whoisnotquitewell,"repliedMadamedeVillefort,nolongerbeingabletoavoidanswering.

           Villefortrushedup-stairstofetchhim."Takethis,"saidMadamedeVillefort,givinghersmelling-bottletoValentine."Theywill,nodoubt,bleedhim;thereforeIwillretire,forIcannotendurethesightofblood;"andshefollowedherhusbandup-stairs.Morrelnowemergedfromhishiding-place,wherehehadremainedquiteunperceived,sogreathadbeenthegeneralconfusion."Goawayasquickasyoucan,Maximilian,"saidValentine,"andstaytillIsendforyou.Go.

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