Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           "

           "Inthenameofheaven!"

           "No!"

           "Inthenameoftheloveyouonceboreme!"

           "No,no!"

           "Inthenameofourchild!Ah,forthesakeofourchild,letmelive!"

           "No,no,no,Itellyou;oneday,ifIallowyoutolive,youwillperhapskillhim,asyouhavetheothers!"

           "I?Ikillmyboy?"criedthedistractedmother,rushingtowardVillefort;"Ikillmyson?Ha,ha,ha!"andafrightful,demoniaclaughfinishedthesentence,whichwaslostinahoarserattle.MadamedeVillefortfellatherhusband’sfeet.Heapproachedher."Thinkofit,madame,"hesaid;"if,onmyreturn,justicehisnotbeensatisfied,Iwilldenounceyouwithmyownmouth,andarrestyouwithmyownhands!"Shelistened,panting,overwhelmed,crushed;hereyealonelived,andglaredhorribly."Doyouunderstandme?"hesaid."Iamgoingdowntheretopronouncethesentenceofdeathagainstamurderer.IfIfindyoualiveonmyreturn,youshallsleepto-nightintheconciergerie."MadamedeVillefortsighed;hernervesgaveway,andshesunkonthecarpet.Theking’sattorneyseemedtoexperienceasensationofpity;helookeduponherlessseverely,and,bowingtoher,saidslowly,"Farewell,madame,farewell!"ThatfarewellstruckMadamedeVillefortliketheexecutioner’sknife.Shefainted.Theprocureurwentout,afterhavingdouble-lockedthedoor.

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Roboto Lora
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Сторінка 1810 з 1932