Граф Монте-Крісто

Valentine.

           Therewasnomoretodointheroom,sothepoisonerretiredstealthily,asthoughfearingtohearthesoundofherownfootsteps;butasshewithdrewshestillheldasidethecurtain,absorbedintheirresistibleattractionalwaysexertedbythepictureofdeath,solongasitismerelymysteriousanddoesnotexcitedisgust.Justthenthelampagainflickered;thenoisestartledMadamedeVillefort,whoshudderedanddroppedthecurtain.Immediatelyafterwardsthelightexpired,andtheroomwasplungedinfrightfulobscurity,whiletheclockatthatminutestruckhalf-pastfour.Overpoweredwithagitation,thepoisonersucceededingropingherwaytothedoor,andreachedherroominanagonyoffear.

           Thedarknesslastedtwohourslonger;thenbydegreesacoldlightcreptthroughtheVenetianblinds,untilatlengthitrevealedtheobjectsintheroom.Aboutthistimethenurse’scoughwasheardonthestairsandthewomanenteredtheroomwithacupinherhand.Tothetendereyeofafatheroralover,thefirstglancewouldhavesufficedtorevealValentine’scondition;buttothishireling,Valentineonlyappearedtosleep."Good,"sheexclaimed,approachingthetable,"shehastakenpartofherdraught;theglassisthree-quartersempty."

           Thenshewenttothefireplaceandlitthefire,andalthoughshehadjustleftherbed,shecouldnotresistthetemptationofferedbyValentine’ssleep,soshethrewherselfintoanarm-chairtosnatchalittlemorerest.Theclockstrikingeightawokeher.

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