Граф Монте-Крісто

The Lemonade.

           "Barroiswillopenthedoorforyou,"saidValentine,addressingMorrel."Andnowrememberonething,MonsieurOfficer,thatmygrandfathercommandsyounottotakeanyrashorill-advisedstepwhichwouldbelikelytocompromiseourhappiness."

           "Ipromisedhimtowait,"repliedMorrel;"andIwillwait."

           AtthismomentBarroisentered."Whorang?"askedValentine.

           "Doctord’Avrigny,"saidBarrois,staggeringasifhewouldfall.

           "Whatisthematter,Barrois?"saidValentine.Theoldmandidnotanswer,butlookedathismasterwithwildstaringeyes,whilewithhiscrampedhandhegraspedapieceoffurnituretoenablehimtostandupright."Heisgoingtofall!"criedMorrel.TherigorswhichhadattackedBarroisgraduallyincreased,thefeaturesofthefacebecamequitealtered,andtheconvulsivemovementofthemusclesappearedtoindicatetheapproachofamostseriousnervousdisorder.Noirtier,seeingBarroisinthispitiablecondition,showedbyhislooksallthevariousemotionsofsorrowandsympathywhichcananimatetheheartofman.Barroismadesomestepstowardshismaster.

           "Ah,sir,"saidhe,"tellmewhatisthematterwithme.IamsufferingIcannotsee.Athousandfierydartsarepiercingmybrain.Ah,don’ttouchme,praydon’t."Bythistimehishaggardeyeshadtheappearanceofbeingreadytostartfromtheirsockets;hisheadfellback,andthelowerextremitiesofthebodybegantostiffen.

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