Граф Монте-Крісто

A Signed Statement.

           "Mademoiselle,"saidFranz,turningtowardsValentine,"uniteyoureffortswithminetofindoutthenameofthemanwhomademeanorphanattwoyearsofage."Valentineremaineddumbandmotionless.

           "Hold,sir,"saidVillefort,"donotprolongthisdreadfulscene.Thenameshavebeenpurposelyconcealed;myfatherhimselfdoesnotknowwhothispresidentwas,andifheknows,hecannottellyou;propernamesarenotinthedictionary."

           "Oh,misery,"criedFranz:"theonlyhopewhichsustainedmeandenabledmetoreadtotheendwasthatofknowing,atleast,thenameofhimwhokilledmyfather!Sir,sir,"criedhe,turningtoNoirtier,"dowhatyoucanmakemeunderstandinsomeway!"

           "Yes,"repliedNoirtier.

           "Oh,mademoisellemademoiselle!"criedFranz,"yourgrandfathersayshecanindicatetheperson.Helpmelendmeyourassistance!"Noirtierlookedatthedictionary.Franztookitwithanervoustrembling,andrepeatedthelettersofthealphabetsuccessively,untilhecametoM.Atthatlettertheoldmansignified"Yes."

           "M,"repeatedFranz.Theyoungman’sfinger,glidedoverthewords,butateachoneNoirtieransweredbyanegativesign.Valentinehidherheadbetweenherhands.Atlength,FranzarrivedatthewordMYSELF.

           "Yes!"

           "You?"criedFranz,whosehairstoodonend;"you,M.Noirtieryoukilledmyfather?"

           "Yes!"repliedNoirtier,fixingamajesticlookontheyoungman

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