Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           

           "‘Everyrevolutionhasitscatastrophes,’returnedM.deVillefort;‘yourbrotherhasbeenthevictimofthis.Itisamisfortune,andgovernmentowesnothingtohisfamily.Ifwearetojudgebyallthevengeancethatthefollowersoftheusurperexercisedonthepartisansoftheking,when,intheirturn,theywereinpower,yourbrotherwouldbetoday,inallprobability,condemnedtodeath.Whathashappenedisquitenatural,andinconformitywiththelawofreprisals.’‘What,’criedI,‘doyou,amagistrate,speakthustome?’‘AlltheseCorsicansaremad,onmyhonor,’repliedM.deVillefort;‘theyfancythattheircountrymanisstillemperor.Youhavemistakenthetime,youshouldhavetoldmethistwomonthsago,itistoolatenow.Gonow,atonce,orIshallhaveyouputout.’

           "Ilookedathimaninstanttoseeiftherewasanythingtohopefromfurtherentreaty.Buthewasamanofstone.Iapproachedhim,andsaidinalowvoice,‘Well,sinceyouknowtheCorsicanssowell,youknowthattheyalwayskeeptheirword.Youthinkthatitwasagooddeedtokillmybrother,whowasaBonapartist,becauseyouarearoyalist.Well,I,whoamaBonapartistalso,declareonethingtoyou,whichis,thatIwillkillyou.FromthismomentIdeclarethevendettaagainstyou,soprotectyourselfaswellasyoucan,forthenexttimewemeetyourlasthourhascome.’Andbeforehehadrecoveredfromhissurprise,Iopenedthedoorandlefttheroom.

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