Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian’s Avowal.

           

           "Herepliedhereplied,thatthedeathwasnotanaturalone,andmustbeattributed"—

           "Towhat?"

           "Topoison."

           "Indeed?"saidMonteCristowithaslightcoughwhichinmomentsofextremeemotionhelpedhimtodisguiseablush,orhispallor,ortheintenseinterestwithwhichhelistened;"indeed,Maximilian,didyouhearthat?"

           "Yes,mydearcount,Iheardit;andthedoctoraddedthatifanotherdeathoccurredinasimilarwayhemustappealtojustice."MonteCristolistened,orappearedtodoso,withthegreatestcalmness."Well,"saidMaximilian,"deathcameathirdtime,andneitherthemasterofthehousenorthedoctorsaidaword.Deathisnow,perhaps,strikingafourthblow.Count,whatamIboundtodo,beinginpossessionofthissecret?"

           "Mydearfriend,"saidMonteCristo,"youappeartoberelatinganadventurewhichweallknowbyheart.Iknowthehousewhereyouheardit,oroneverysimilartoit;ahousewithagarden,amaster,aphysician,andwheretherehavebeenthreeunexpectedandsuddendeaths.Well,Ihavenotinterceptedyourconfidence,andyetIknowallthataswellasyou,andIhavenoconscientiousscruples.No,itdoesnotconcernme.YousayanexterminatingangelappearstohavedevotedthathousetoGod’sangerwell,whosaysyoursuppositionisnotreality?Donotnoticethingswhichthosewhoseinterestitistoseethempassover.

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