Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           AfterthedeathofBarroismysuspicionsweredirectedtowardsanangelthosesuspicionswhich,evenwhenthereisnocrime,arealwaysaliveinmyheart;butafterthedeathofValentine,therehasbeennodoubtinmymind,madame,andnotonlyinmine,butinthoseofothers;thusyourcrime,knownbytwopersons,suspectedbymany,willsoonbecomepublic,and,asItoldyoujustnow,younolongerspeaktothehusband,buttothejudge."

           Theyoungwomanhidherfaceinherhands."Oh,sir,"shestammered,"Ibeseechyou,donotbelieveappearances."

           "Areyou,then,acoward?"criedVillefort,inacontemptuousvoice."ButIhavealwaysobservedthatpoisonerswerecowards.Canyoubeacowardyouwhohavehadthecouragetowitnessthedeathoftwooldmenandayounggirlmurderedbyyou?"

           "Sir!sir!"

           "Canyoubeacoward?"continuedVillefort,withincreasingexcitement,"you,whocouldcount,onebyone,theminutesoffourdeathagonies?You,whohavearrangedyourinfernalplans,andremovedthebeverageswithatalentandprecisionalmostmiraculous?Haveyou,then,whohavecalculatedeverythingwithsuchnicety,haveyouforgottentocalculateonethingImeanwheretherevelationofyourcrimeswillleadyouto?Oh,itisimpossibleyoumusthavesavedsomesurer,moresubtleanddeadlypoisonthananyother,thatyoumightescapethepunishmentthatyoudeserve.YouhavedonethisIhopeso,atleast.

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