Граф Монте-Крісто

Madame de Saint–Meran.

           "

           "Oh,mypoormother,"saidVillefort,"tohavesuchdutiestoperformatyourageaftersuchablow!"

           "Godhassupportedmethroughall;andthen,mydearmarquis,hewouldcertainlyhavedoneeverythingformethatIperformedforhim.ItistruethatsinceIlefthim,Iseemtohavelostmysenses.Icannotcry;atmyagetheysaythatwehavenomoretearsstillIthinkthatwhenoneisintroubleoneshouldhavethepowerofweeping.WhereisValentine,sir?ItisonheraccountIamhere;IwishtoseeValentine."VillefortthoughtitwouldbeterribletoreplythatValentinewasataball;soheonlysaidthatshehadgoneoutwithherstep-mother,andthatsheshouldbefetched."Thisinstant,sirthisinstant,Ibeseechyou!"saidtheoldlady.VillefortplacedthearmofMadamedeSaint–Meranwithinhisown,andconductedhertohisapartment."Restyourself,mother,"hesaid.

           Themarchionessraisedherheadatthisword,andbeholdingthemanwhosoforciblyremindedherofherdeeply-regrettedchild,whostilllivedforherinValentine,shefelttouchedatthenameofmother,andburstingintotears,shefellonherkneesbeforeanarm-chair,wheresheburiedhervenerablehead.Villefortlefthertothecareofthewomen,whileoldBarroisran,half-scared,tohismaster;fornothingfrightensoldpeoplesomuchaswhendeathrelaxesitsvigilanceoverthemforamomentinordertostrikesomeotheroldperson.

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