Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           "Noirtierseemedtobecalmedbythesewords,andturnedhiseyeswithindifferencetotheotherside.Villefortviolentlyunbuttonedhisgreat-coat,whichseemedtostranglehim,andpassinghislividhandacrosshisforehead,enteredhisstudy.

           Thenightwascoldandstill;thefamilyhadallretiredtorestbutVillefort,whoaloneremainedup,andworkedtillfiveo’clockinthemorning,reviewingthelastinterrogatoriesmadethenightbeforebytheexaminingmagistrates,compilingthedepositionsofthewitnesses,andputtingthefinishingstroketothedeedofaccusation,whichwasoneofthemostenergeticandbestconceivedofanyhehadyetdelivered.

           Thenextday,Monday,wasthefirstsittingoftheassizes.Themorningdawneddullandgloomy,andVillefortsawthedimgraylightshineuponthelineshehadtracedinredink.Themagistratehadsleptforashorttimewhilethelampsentforthitsfinalstruggles;itsflickeringsawokehim,andhefoundhisfingersasdampandpurpleasthoughtheyhadbeendippedinblood.Heopenedthewindow;abrightyellowstreakcrossedthesky,andseemedtodivideinhalfthepoplars,whichstoodoutinblackreliefonthehorizon.Intheclover-fieldsbeyondthechestnut-trees,alarkwasmountinguptoheaven,whilepouringoutherclearmorningsong.ThedampsofthedewbathedtheheadofVillefort,andrefreshedhismemory."To-day,"hesaidwithaneffort"todaythemanwhoholdsthebladeofjusticemuststrikewhereverthereisguilt.

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