Граф Монте-Крісто

At the Office of the King’s Attorney.

           However,recoveringmystrengthandmyideas,‘Why,’saidI,‘shouldthatmanhavecarriedawaythecorpse?’"

           "Butyousaid,"repliedMadameDanglars,"hewouldrequireitasaproof."

           "Ah,no,madame,thatcouldnotbe.Deadbodiesarenotkeptayear;theyareshowntoamagistrate,andtheevidenceistaken.Now,nothingofthekindhashappened."

           "Whatthen?"askedHermine,tremblingviolently.

           "Somethingmoreterrible,morefatal,morealarmingforusthechildwas,perhaps,alive,andtheassassinmayhavesavedit!"

           MadameDanglarsutteredapiercingcry,and,seizingVillefort’shands,exclaimed,"Mychildwasalive?"saidshe;"youburiedmychildalive?Youwerenotcertainmychildwasdead,andyouburiedit?Ah"—

           MadameDanglarshadrisen,andstoodbeforetheprocureur,whosehandsshewrunginherfeeblegrasp."Iknownot;Imerelysupposeso,asImightsupposeanythingelse,"repliedVillefortwithalooksofixed,itindicatedthathispowerfulmindwasonthevergeofdespairandmadness."Ah,mychild,mypoorchild!"criedthebaroness,fallingonherchair,andstiflinghersobsinherhandkerchief.Villefort,becomingsomewhatreassured,perceivedthattoavertthematernalstormgatheringoverhishead,hemustinspireMadameDanglarswiththeterrorhefelt."Youunderstand,then,thatifitwereso,"saidhe,risinginhisturn,andapproachingthebaroness,tospeaktoherinalowertone,"wearelost.

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