Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           "InvoluntarilyhiseyeswanderedtowardsthewindowofNoirtier’sroom,wherehehadseenhimtheprecedingnight.Thecurtainwasdrawn,andyettheimageofhisfatherwassovividtohismindthatheaddressedtheclosedwindowasthoughithadbeenopen,andasifthroughtheopeninghehadbeheldthemenacingoldman."Yes,"hemurmured"yes,besatisfied."

           Hisheaddroppeduponhischest,andinthispositionhepacedhisstudy;thenhethrewhimself,dressedashewas,uponasofa,lesstosleepthantoresthislimbs,crampedwithcoldandstudy.Bydegreeseveryoneawoke.Villefort,fromhisstudy,heardthesuccessivenoiseswhichaccompanythelifeofahousetheopeningandshuttingofdoors,theringingofMadamedeVillefort’sbell,tosummonthewaiting-maid,mingledwiththefirstshoutsofthechild,whorosefulloftheenjoymentofhisage.Villefortalsorang;hisnewvaletbroughthimthepapers,andwiththemacupofchocolate.

           "Whatareyoubringingme?"saidhe.

           "Acupofchocolate."

           "Ididnotaskforit.Whohaspaidmethisattention?"

           "Mymistress,sir.Shesaidyouwouldhavetospeakagreatdealinthemurdercase,andthatyoushouldtakesomethingtokeepupyourstrength;"andthevaletplacedthecuponthetablenearesttothesofa,whichwas,likealltherest,coveredwithpapers.Thevaletthenlefttheroom.

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