Граф Монте-Кристо

Expiation.

           AfoldedpaperfellfromEdward’sbreast.Villefort,thunderstruck,felluponhisknees;thechilddroppedfromhisarms,androlledonthefloorbythesideofitsmother.Hepickedupthepaper,and,recognizinghiswife’swriting,ranhiseyesrapidlyoveritscontents;itranasfollows:—

           "YouknowthatIwasagoodmother,sinceitwasformyson’ssakeIbecamecriminal.Agoodmothercannotdepartwithoutherson."

           Villefortcouldnotbelievehiseyeshecouldnotbelievehisreason;hedraggedhimselftowardsthechild’sbody,andexamineditasalionesscontemplatesitsdeadcub.Thenapiercingcryescapedfromhisbreast,andhecried,"StillthehandofGod."Thepresenceofthetwovictimsalarmedhim;hecouldnotbearsolitudesharedonlybytwocorpses.Untilthenhehadbeensustainedbyrage,byhisstrengthofmind,bydespair,bythesupremeagonywhichledtheTitanstoscaletheheavens,andAjaxtodefythegods.Henowarose,hisheadbowedbeneaththeweightofgrief,and,shakinghisdamp,dishevelledhair,hewhohadneverfeltcompassionforanyonedeterminedtoseekhisfather,thathemighthavesomeonetowhomhecouldrelatehismisfortunessomeonebywhosesidehemightweep.Hedescendedthelittlestaircasewithwhichweareacquainted,andenteredNoirtier’sroom.TheoldmanappearedtobelisteningattentivelyandasaffectionatelyashisinfirmitieswouldallowtotheAbbeBusoni,wholookedcoldandcalm,asusual.

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