Граф Монте-Крісто

The Promise.

           Thiscrisispast,Iendeavoredtocatchyoureye,butcouldnot.Youheldherhandyouwerefeelingherpulseandthesecondfitcameonbeforeyouhadturnedtowardsme.Thiswasmoreterriblethanthefirst;thesamenervousmovementswererepeated,andthemouthcontractedandturnedpurple."

           "Andatthethirdsheexpired."

           "AttheendofthefirstattackIdiscoveredsymptomsoftetanus;youconfirmedmyopinion."

           "Yes,beforeothers,"repliedthedoctor;"butnowwearealone"—

           "Whatareyougoingtosay?Oh,spareme!"

           "Thatthesymptomsoftetanusandpoisoningbyvegetablesubstancesarethesame."M.deVillefortstartedfromhisseat,theninamomentfelldownagain,silentandmotionless.Morrelknewnotifheweredreamingorawake."Listen,"saidthedoctor;"IknowthefullimportanceofthestatementIhavejustmade,andthedispositionofthemantowhomIhavemadeit."

           "Doyouspeaktomeasamagistrateorasafriend?"askedVillefort.

           "Asafriend,andonlyasafriend,atthismoment.Thesimilarityinthesymptomsoftetanusandpoisoningbyvegetablesubstancesissogreat,thatwereIobligedtoaffirmbyoathwhatIhavenowstated,Ishouldhesitate;Ithereforerepeattoyou,Ispeaknottoamagistrate,buttoafriend.AndtothatfriendIsay.

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