Граф Монте-Крісто

The Trial.

           Itisyouwhosoldus,mymotherandme,tothemerchant,El–Kobbir!Assassin,assassin,assassin,youhavestillonyourbrowyourmaster’sblood!Look,gentlemen,all!’

           "Thesewordshadbeenpronouncedwithsuchenthusiasmandevidenttruth,thateveryeyewasfixedonthecount’sforehead,andhehimselfpassedhishandacrossit,asifhefeltAli’sbloodstilllingeringthere.‘YoupositivelyrecognizeM.deMorcerfastheofficer,FernandMondego?’‘IndeedIdo!’criedHaidee.‘Oh,mymother,itwasyouwhosaid,"Youwerefree,youhadabelovedfather,youweredestinedtobealmostaqueen.Lookwellatthatman;itishewhoraisedyourfather’sheadonthepointofaspear;itishewhosoldus;itishewhoforsookus!Lookwellathisrighthand,onwhichhehasalargewound;ifyouforgothisfeatures,youwouldknowhimbythathand,intowhichfell,onebyone,thegoldpiecesofthemerchantEl–Kobbir!"Iknowhim!Ah,lethimsaynowifhedoesnotrecognizeme!’EachwordfelllikeadaggeronMorcerf,anddeprivedhimofaportionofhisenergy;assheutteredthelast,hehidhismutilatedhandhastilyinhisbosom,andfellbackonhisseat,overwhelmedbywretchednessanddespair.Thisscenecompletelychangedtheopinionoftheassemblyrespectingtheaccusedcount.

           "‘CountofMorcerf,’saidthepresident,‘donotallowyourselftobecastdown;answer.

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