Граф Монте-Крісто

At the Office of the King’s Attorney.

           

           "Itistrue,then,"hesaid,ratherutteringhisthoughtsaloudthanaddressinghiscompanion"itistrue,then,thatallouractionsleavetheirtracessomesad,othersbrightonourpaths;itistruethateverystepinourlivesislikethecourseofaninsectonthesands;itleavesitstrack!Alas,tomanythepathistracedbytears."

           "Sir,"saidMadameDanglars,"youcanfeelformyemotion,canyounot?Spareme,then,Ibeseechyou.WhenIlookatthisroomwhencesomanyguiltycreatureshavedeparted,tremblingandashamed,whenIlookatthatchairbeforewhichInowsittremblingandashamedoh,itrequiresallmyreasontoconvincemethatIamnotaveryguiltywomanandyouamenacingjudge."Villefortdroppedhisheadandsighed."AndI,"hesaid,"Ifeelthatmyplaceisnotinthejudge’sseat,butontheprisoner’sstool."

           "You?"saidMadameDanglars.

           "Yes,I."

           "Ithink,sir,youexaggerateyoursituation,"saidMadameDanglars,whosebeautifuleyessparkledforamoment."Thepathsofwhichyouwerejustspeakinghavebeentracedbyallyoungmenofardentimaginations.Besidesthepleasure,thereisalwaysremorsefromtheindulgenceofourpassions,and,afterall,whathaveyoumentofearfromallthis?theworldexcuses,andnotorietyennoblesyou."

           "Madame,"repliedVillefort,"youknowthatIamnohypocrite,or,atleast,thatIneverdeceivewithoutareason.

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