Граф Монте-Крісто

Locusta.

           Thenoiselessdooragainturnedonitshinges,andtheCountofMonteCristoreappeared."Well,"saidhe,"doyoustilldoubt?"

           "Oh,"murmuredtheyounggirl.

           "Haveyouseen?"

           "Alas!"

           "Didyourecognize?"Valentinegroaned."Oh,yes;"shesaid,"Isaw,butIcannotbelieve!"

           "Wouldyouratherdie,then,andcauseMaximilian’sdeath?"

           "Oh,"repeatedtheyounggirl,almostbewildered,"canInotleavethehouse?canInotescape?"

           "Valentine,thehandwhichnowthreatensyouwillpursueyoueverywhere;yourservantswillbeseducedwithgold,anddeathwillbeofferedtoyoudisguisedineveryshape.Youwillfinditinthewateryoudrinkfromthespring,inthefruityoupluckfromthetree."

           "Butdidyounotsaythatmykindgrandfather’sprecautionhadneutralizedthepoison?"

           "Yes,butnotagainstastrongdose;thepoisonwillbechanged,andthequantityincreased."Hetooktheglassandraisedittohislips."Itisalreadydone,"hesaid;"brucineisnolongeremployed,butasimplenarcotic!Icanrecognizetheflavorofthealcoholinwhichithasbeendissolved.

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