Граф Монте-Крісто

The Lemonade.

           Valentineutteredacryofhorror;Morreltookherinhisarms,asiftodefendherfromsomeunknowndanger."M.d’Avrigny,M.d’Avrigny,"criedshe,inastifledvoice."Help,help!"Barroisturnedroundandwithagreateffortstumbledafewsteps,thenfellatthefeetofNoirtier,andrestinghishandonthekneeoftheinvalid,exclaimed,"Mymaster,mygoodmaster!"AtthismomentM.deVillefort,attractedbythenoise,appearedonthethreshold.MorrelrelaxedhisholdofValentine,andretreatingtoadistantcorneroftheroomremainedhalfhiddenbehindacurtain.Paleasifhehadbeengazingonaserpent,hefixedhisterrifiedeyeontheagonizedsufferer.

           Noirtier,burningwithimpatienceandterror,wasindespairathisutterinabilitytohelphisolddomestic,whomheregardedmoreinthelightofafriendthanaservant.Onemightbythefearfulswellingoftheveinsofhisforeheadandthecontractionofthemusclesroundtheeye,tracetheterribleconflictwhichwasgoingonbetweenthelivingenergeticmindandtheinanimateandhelplessbody.Barrois,hisfeaturesconvulsed,hiseyessuffusedwithblood,andhisheadthrownback,waslyingatfulllength,beatingthefloorwithhishands,whilehislegshadbecomesostiff,thattheylookedasiftheywouldbreakratherthanbend.Aslightappearanceoffoamwasvisiblearoundthemouth,andhebreathedpainfully,andwithextremedifficulty.

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