Граф Монте-Кристо

The Judge.

           AfterthedeathofBarroismysuspicionsweredirectedtowardsanangel—thosesuspicionswhich,evenwhenthereisnocrime,arealwaysaliveinmyheart;butafterthedeathofValentine,therehasbeennodoubtinmymind,madame,andnotonlyinmine,butinthoseofothers;thusyourcrime,knownbytwopersons,suspectedbymany,willsoonbecomepublic,and,asItoldyoujustnow,younolongerspeaktothehusband,buttothejudge."

           Theyoungwomanhidherfaceinherhands."Oh,sir,"shestammered,"Ibeseechyou,donotbelieveappearances."

           "Areyou,then,acoward?"criedVillefort,inacontemptuousvoice."ButIhavealwaysobservedthatpoisonerswerecowards.Canyoubeacoward—youwhohavehadthecouragetowitnessthedeathoftwooldmenandayounggirlmurderedbyyou?"

           "Sir!sir!"

           "Canyoubeacoward?"continuedVillefort,withincreasingexcitement,"you,whocouldcount,onebyone,theminutesoffourdeathagonies?You,whohavearrangedyourinfernalplans,andremovedthebeverageswithatalentandprecisionalmostmiraculous?Haveyou,then,whohavecalculatedeverythingwithsuchnicety,haveyouforgottentocalculateonething—Imeanwheretherevelationofyourcrimeswillleadyouto?Oh,itisimpossible—youmusthavesavedsomesurer,moresubtleanddeadlypoisonthananyother,thatyoumightescapethepunishmentthatyoudeserve.Youhavedonethis—Ihopeso,atleast.

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