Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           Edwardraisedhishead,lookedathismother,andthen,findingthatshedidnotconfirmtheorder,begancuttingofftheheadsofhisleadensoldiers.

           "Edward,"criedM.deVillefort,soharshlythatthechildstartedupfromthefloor,"doyouhearme?Go!"Thechild,unaccustomedtosuchtreatment,arose,paleandtrembling;itwouldbedifficulttosaywhetherhisemotionwerecausedbyfearorpassion.Hisfatherwentuptohim,tookhiminhisarms,andkissedhisforehead."Go,"hesaid:"go,mychild."Edwardranout.M.deVillefortwenttothedoor,whichheclosedbehindthechild,andbolted."Dearme!"saidtheyoungwoman,endeavoringtoreadherhusband’sinmostthoughts,whileasmilepassedoverhercountenancewhichfrozetheimpassibilityofVillefort;"whatisthematter?"

           "Madame,wheredoyoukeepthepoisonyougenerallyuse?"saidthemagistrate,withoutanyintroduction,placinghimselfbetweenhiswifeandthedoor.

           MadamedeVillefortmusthaveexperiencedsomethingofthesensationofabirdwhich,lookingup,seesthemurderoustrapclosingoveritshead.Ahoarse,brokentone,whichwasneitheracrynorasigh,escapedfromher,whileshebecamedeadlypale."Monsieur,"shesaid,"I—Idonotunderstandyou."And,inherfirstparoxysmofterror,shehadraisedherselffromthesofa,inthenext,strongerverylikelythantheother,shefelldownagainonthecushions.

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