Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian.

           ButthemostfearfulspectaclewasNoirtierbeingpushedtowardsthebed,hisfaceexpressingallhismeaning,andhiseyessupplyingthewantofeveryotherfaculty.ThatpalefaceandflamingglanceappearedtoVillefortlikeafrightfulapparition.Eachtimehehadbeenbroughtintocontactwithhisfather,somethingterriblehadhappened."Seewhattheyhavedone!"criedMorrel,withonehandleaningonthebackofthechair,andtheotherextendedtowardsValentine."See,myfather,see!"

           Villefortdrewbackandlookedwithastonishmentontheyoungman,who,almostastrangertohim,calledNoirtierhisfather.Atthismomentthewholesouloftheoldmanseemedcentredinhiseyeswhichbecamebloodshot;theveinsofthethroatswelled;hischeeksandtemplesbecamepurple,asthoughhewasstruckwithepilepsy;nothingwaswantingtocompletethisbuttheutteranceofacry.Andthecryissuedfromhispores,ifwemaythusspeakacryfrightfulinitssilence.D’Avrignyrushedtowardstheoldmanandmadehiminhaleapowerfulrestorative.

           "Sir,"criedMorrel,seizingthemoisthandoftheparalytic,"theyaskmewhoIam,andwhatrightIhavetobehere.Oh,youknowit,tellthem,tellthem!"Andtheyoungman’svoicewaschokedbysobs.Asfortheoldman,hischestheavedwithhispantingrespiration.Onecouldhavethoughtthathewasundergoingtheagoniesprecedingdeath.Atlength,happierthantheyoungman,whosobbedwithoutweeping,tearsglistenedintheeyesofNoirtier.

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