Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian.

           Attheendofaquarterofanhourafalteringfootstepwasheard,andVillefortappearedatthedooroftheapartmentwhered’AvrignyandMorrelhadbeenstaying,oneabsorbedinmeditation,theotheringrief."Youcancome,"hesaid,andledthembacktoNoirtier.MorrellookedattentivelyonVillefort.Hisfacewaslivid,largedropsrolleddownhisface,andinhisfingersheheldthefragmentsofaquillpenwhichhehadtorntoatoms.

           "Gentlemen,"hesaidinahoarsevoice,"givemeyourwordofhonorthatthishorriblesecretshallforeverremainburiedamongstourselves!"Thetwomendrewback.

           "Ientreatyou."—continuedVillefort.

           "But,"saidMorrel,"theculpritthemurderertheassassin."

           "Donotalarmyourself,sir;justicewillbedone,"saidVillefort."Myfatherhasrevealedtheculprit’sname;myfatherthirstsforrevengeasmuchasyoudo,yetevenheconjuresyouasIdotokeepthissecret.Doyounot,father?"

           "Yes,"resolutelyrepliedNoirtier.Morrelsufferedanexclamationofhorrorandsurprisetoescapehim."Oh,sir,"saidVillefort,arrestingMaximilianbythearm,"ifmyfather,theinflexibleman,makesthisrequest,itisbecauseheknows,beassured,thatValentinewillbeterriblyrevenged.Isitnotso,father?"Theoldmanmadeasignintheaffirmative.Villefortcontinued:"Heknowsme,andIhavepledgedmywordtohim.

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