Граф Монте-Крісто

At the Office of the King’s Attorney.

           Ah,myheartclungtothecountwhenhementionedthedearspoilfoundbeneaththeflowers."

           "Well,no,madamethisistheterriblenewsIhavetotellyou,"saidVillefortinahollowvoice—"no,nothingwasfoundbeneaththeflowers;therewasnochilddisinterredno.Youmustnotweep,no,youmustnotgroan,youmusttremble!"

           "Whatcanyoumean?"askedMadameDanglars,shuddering.

           "ImeanthatM.deMonteCristo,diggingunderneaththesetrees,foundneitherskeletonnorchest,becauseneitherofthemwasthere!"

           "Neitherofthemthere?"repeatedMadameDanglars,herstaring,wide-openeyesexpressingheralarm.

           "Neitherofthemthere!"sheagainsaid,asthoughstrivingtoimpressherselfwiththemeaningofthewordswhichescapedher.

           "No,"saidVillefort,buryinghisfaceinhishands,"no,ahundredtimesno!"

           "Thenyoudidnotburythepoorchildthere,sir?Whydidyoudeceiveme?Wheredidyouplaceit?tellmewhere?"

           "There!ButlistentomelistenandyouwillpitymewhohasfortwentyyearsalonebornetheheavyburdenofgriefIamabouttoreveal,withoutcastingtheleastportionuponyou."

           "Oh,youfrightenme!Butspeak;Iwilllisten."

           "Yourecollectthatsadnight,whenyouwerehalf-expiringonthatbedinthereddamaskroom,whileI,scarcelylessagitatedthanyou,awaitedyourdelivery.

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