Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hundred Days.

           ,andyoudidnotshowanyfavoritwasyourduty;todayyouserveNapoleon,andyououghttoprotecthimitisequallyyourduty;Icome,therefore,toaskwhathasbecomeofhim?"

           Villefortbyastrongeffortsoughttocontrolhimself."Whatishisname?"saidhe."Tellmehisname."

           "EdmondDantes."

           Villefortwouldprobablyhaveratherstoodoppositethemuzzleofapistolatfive-and-twentypacesthanhaveheardthisnamespoken;buthedidnotblanch.

           "Dantes,"repeatedhe,"EdmondDantes."

           "Yes,monsieur."Villefortopenedalargeregister,thenwenttoatable,fromthetableturnedtohisregisters,andthen,turningtoMorrel

           "Areyouquitesureyouarenotmistaken,monsieur?"saidhe,inthemostnaturaltoneintheworld.

           HadMorrelbeenamorequick-sightedman,orbetterversedinthesematters,hewouldhavebeensurprisedattheking’sprocureuransweringhimonsuchasubject,insteadofreferringhimtothegovernorsoftheprisonortheprefectofthedepartment.ButMorrel,disappointedinhisexpectationsofexcitingfear,wasconsciousonlyoftheother’scondescension.Villeforthadcalculatedrightly.

           "No,"saidMorrel;"Iamnotmistaken.Ihaveknownhimfortenyears,thelastfourofwhichhewasinmyservice.Donotyourecollect,Icameaboutsixweeksagotopleadforclemency,asIcometodaytopleadforjustice.Youreceivedmeverycoldly.

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