Граф Монте-Крісто

Locusta.

           IfyouhadtakenwhatMadamedeVilleforthaspouredintoyourglass,ValentineValentineyouwouldhavebeendoomed!"

           "But,"exclaimedtheyounggirl,"whyamIthuspursued?"

           "Why?areyousokindsogoodsounsuspiciousofill,thatyoucannotunderstand,Valentine?"

           "No,Ihaveneverinjuredher."

           "Butyouarerich,Valentine;youhave200,000livresayear,andyoupreventhersonfromenjoyingthese200,000.livres."

           "Howso?Thefortuneisnothergift,butisinheritedfrommyrelations."

           "Certainly;andthatiswhyM.andMadamedeSaint–Meranhavedied;thatiswhyM.Noirtierwassentencedthedayhemadeyouhisheir;thatiswhyyou,inyourturn,aretodieitisbecauseyourfatherwouldinherityourproperty,andyourbrother,hisonlyson,succeedtohis."

           "Edward?Poorchild!Areallthesecrimescommittedonhisaccount?"

           "Ah,thenyouatlengthunderstand?"

           "Heavengrantthatthismaynotbevisiteduponhim!"

           "Valentine,youareanangel!"

           "Butwhyismygrandfatherallowedtolive?"

           "Itwasconsidered,thatyoudead,thefortunewouldnaturallyreverttoyourbrother,unlessheweredisinherited;andbesides,thecrimeappearinguseless,itwouldbefollytocommitit.

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