Граф Монте-Крісто

The Accusation.

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           "Ientreatyou,doctor!"

           "Allthehorrorsthatdisturbmythoughtsmakeyourhouseodiousandfatal.Adieu,sir."

           "Onewordonesinglewordmore,doctor!Yougo,leavingmeinallthehorrorofmysituation,afterincreasingitbywhatyouhaverevealedtome.Butwhatwillbereportedofthesuddendeathofthepooroldservant?"

           "True,"saidM.d’Avrigny;"wewillreturn."Thedoctorwentoutfirst,followedbyM.deVillefort.Theterrifiedservantswereonthestairsandinthepassagewherethedoctorwouldpass."Sir,"saidd’AvrignytoVillefort,soloudthatallmighthear,"poorBarroishasledtoosedentaryalifeoflate;accustomedformerlytorideonhorseback,orinthecarriage,tothefourcornersofEurope,themonotonouswalkaroundthatarm-chairhaskilledhimhisbloodhasthickened.Hewasstout,hadashort,thickneck;hewasattackedwithapoplexy,andIwascalledintoolate.Bytheway,"addedheinalowtone,"takecaretothrowawaythatcupofsyrupofvioletsintheashes."

           Thedoctor,withoutshakinghandswithVillefort,withoutaddingawordtowhathehadsaid,wentout,amidthetearsandlamentationsofthewholehousehold.ThesameeveningallVillefort’sservants,whohadassembledinthekitchen,andhadalongconsultation,cametotellMadamedeVillefortthattheywishedtoleave

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