Граф Монте-Кристо

The Lemonade.

           "Impossible,doctor;itistoolate;mythroatisclosingup.Iamchoking!Oh,myheart!Ah,myhead!Oh,whatagony!ShallIsufferlikethislong?"

           "No,no,friend,"repliedthedoctor,"youwillsoonceasetosuffer."

           "Ah,Iunderstandyou,"saidtheunhappyman."MyGod,havemercyuponme!"and,utteringafearfulcry,Barroisfellbackasifhehadbeenstruckbylightning.D’Avrignyputhishandtohisheart,andplacedaglassbeforehislips.

           "Well?"saidVillefort."Gotothekitchenandgetmesomesyrupofviolets."Villefortwentimmediately."Donotbealarmed,M.Noirtier,"saidd’Avrigny;"Iamgoingtotakemypatientintothenextroomtobleedhim;thissortofattackisveryfrightfultowitness."

           AndtakingBarroisunderthearms,hedraggedhimintoanadjoiningroom;butalmostimmediatelyhereturnedtofetchthelemonade.Noirtierclosedhisrighteye."YouwantValentine,doyounot?Iwilltellthemtosendhertoyou."Villefortreturned,andd’Avrignymethiminthepassage."Well,howishenow?"askedhe."Comeinhere,"saidd’Avrigny,andhetookhimintothechamberwherethesickmanlay."Ishestillinafit?"saidtheprocureur.

           "Heisdead.

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