Граф Монте-Крісто

The Promise.

           ‘Duringthethree-quartersofanhourthatthestrugglecontinued,IwatchedtheconvulsionsandthedeathofMadamedeSaint–Meran,andamthoroughlyconvincedthatnotonlydidherdeathproceedfrompoison,butIcouldalsospecifythepoison.’"

           "Canitbepossible?"

           "Thesymptomsaremarked,doyousee?sleepbrokenbynervousspasms,excitationofthebrain,torporofthenervecentres.MadamedeSaint–Meransuccumbedtoapowerfuldoseofbrucineorofstrychnine,whichbysomemistake,perhaps,hasbeengiventoher."Villefortseizedthedoctor’shand."Oh,itisimpossible,"saidhe,"Imustbedreaming!Itisfrightfultohearsuchthingsfromsuchamanasyou!Tellme,Ientreatyou,mydeardoctor,thatyoumaybedeceived."

           "DoubtlessImay,but"—

           "But?"

           "ButIdonotthinkso."

           "Havepityonmedoctor!SomanydreadfulthingshavehappenedtomelatelythatIamonthevergeofmadness."

           "HasanyonebesidesmeseenMadamedeSaint–Meran?"

           "No."

           "Hasanythingbeensentforfromachemist’sthatIhavenotexamined?"

           "Nothing."

           "HadMadamedeSaint–Merananyenemies?"

           "Nottomyknowledge."

           "Wouldherdeathaffectanyone’sinterest?"

           "Itcouldnotindeed,mydaughterisheronlyheiressValentinealone.

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