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The Indictment.

           "Theproofs,theproofs!"saidthepresident;"rememberthistissueofhorrorsmustbesupportedbytheclearestproofs."

           "Theproofs?"saidBenedetto,laughing;"doyouwantproofs?"

           "Yes."

           "Well,then,lookatM.deVillefort,andthenaskmeforproofs."

           Everyoneturnedtowardstheprocureur,who,unabletobeartheuniversalgazenowrivetedonhimalone,advancedstaggeringintothemidstofthetribunal,withhishairdishevelledandhisfaceindentedwiththemarkofhisnails.Thewholeassemblyutteredalongmurmurofastonishment."Father,"saidBenedetto,"Iamaskedforproofs,doyouwishmetogivethem?"

           "No,no,itisuseless,"stammeredM.deVillefortinahoarsevoice;"no,itisuseless!"

           "Howuseless?"criedthepresident,"whatdoyoumean?"

           "ImeanthatIfeelitimpossibletostruggleagainstthisdeadlyweightwhichcrushesme.Gentlemen,IknowIaminthehandsofanavengingGod!Weneednoproofs;everythingrelatingtothisyoungmanistrue."Adull,gloomysilence,likethatwhichprecedessomeawfulphenomenonofnature,pervadedtheassembly,whoshudderedindismay."What,M.deVillefort,"criedthepresident,"doyouyieldtoanhallucination?What,areyounolongerinpossessionofyoursenses?Thisstrange,unexpected,terribleaccusationhasdisorderedyourreason.Come,recover.

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