Граф Монте-Крісто

Expiation.

           "Heloise,Heloise!"hesaid,"whatisthematter?Speak!"Theyoungwomanextendedherstiffwhitehandstowardshim."Itisdone,monsieur,"shesaidwitharattlingnoisewhichseemedtotearherthroat."Whatmoredoyouwant?"andshefellfulllengthonthefloor.Villefortrantoherandseizedherhand,whichconvulsivelyclaspedacrystalbottlewithagoldenstopper.MadamedeVillefortwasdead.Villefort,maddenedwithhorror,steppedbacktothethreshholdofthedoor,fixinghiseyesonthecorpse:"Myson!"heexclaimedsuddenly,"whereismyson?Edward,Edward!"andherushedoutoftheroom,stillcrying,"Edward,Edward!"Thenamewaspronouncedinsuchatoneofanguishthattheservantsranup.

           "Whereismyson?"askedVillefort;"lethimberemovedfromthehouse,thathemaynotsee"—

           "MasterEdwardisnotdown-stairs,sir,"repliedthevalet.

           "Thenhemustbeplayinginthegarden;goandsee."

           "No,sir;MadamedeVillefortsentforhimhalfanhourago;hewentintoherroom,andhasnotbeendown-stairssince."AcoldperspirationburstoutonVillefort’sbrow;hislegstrembled,andhisthoughtsflewaboutmadlyinhisbrainlikethewheelsofadisorderedwatch."InMadamedeVillefort’sroom?"hemurmuredandslowlyreturned,withonehandwipinghisforehead,andwiththeothersupportinghimselfagainstthewall.Toentertheroomhemustagainseethebodyofhisunfortunatewife.

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