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"
Listen
;
this
is
his
description
:
'
Benedetto
,
condemned
,
at
the
age
of
sixteen
,
for
five
years
to
the
galleys
for
forgery
.
'
He
promised
well
,
as
you
see
--
first
a
runaway
,
then
an
assassin
.
"
"
And
who
is
this
wretch
?
"
"
Who
can
tell
?
--
a
vagabond
,
a
Corsican
.
"
"
Has
no
one
owned
him
?
"
"
No
one
;
his
parents
are
unknown
.
"
"
But
who
was
the
man
who
brought
him
from
Lucca
?
"
"
Another
rascal
like
himself
,
perhaps
his
accomplice
.
"
The
baroness
clasped
her
hands
.
"
Villefort
,
"
she
exclaimed
in
her
softest
and
most
captivating
manner
.
"
For
heaven
's
sake
,
madame
,
"
said
Villefort
,
with
a
firmness
of
expression
not
altogether
free
from
harshness
--
"
for
heaven
's
sake
,
do
not
ask
pardon
of
me
for
a
guilty
wretch
!
What
am
I
?
--
the
law
.
Has
the
law
any
eyes
to
witness
your
grief
?
Has
the
law
ears
to
be
melted
by
your
sweet
voice
?
Has
the
law
a
memory
for
all
those
soft
recollections
you
endeavor
to
recall
?
No
,
madame
;
the
law
has
commanded
,
and
when
it
commands
it
strikes
.
You
will
tell
me
that
I
am
a
living
being
,
and
not
a
code
--
a
man
,
and
not
a
volume
.
Look
at
me
,
madame
--
look
around
me
.
Have
mankind
treated
me
as
a
brother
?
Have
they
loved
me
?
Have
they
spared
me
?
Has
any
one
shown
the
mercy
towards
me
that
you
now
ask
at
my
hands
?
No
,
madame
,
they
struck
me
,
always
struck
me
!
"
Woman
,
siren
that
you
are
,
do
you
persist
in
fixing
on
me
that
fascinating
eye
,
which
reminds
me
that
I
ought
to
blush
?
Well
,
be
it
so
;
let
me
blush
for
the
faults
you
know
,
and
perhaps
--
perhaps
for
even
more
than
those
!
But
having
sinned
myself
--
it
may
be
more
deeply
than
others
--
I
never
rest
till
I
have
torn
the
disguises
from
my
fellow-creatures
,
and
found
out
their
weaknesses
.
I
have
always
found
them
;
and
more
--
I
repeat
it
with
joy
,
with
triumph
--
I
have
always
found
some
proof
of
human
perversity
or
error
.
Every
criminal
I
condemn
seems
to
me
living
evidence
that
I
am
not
a
hideous
exception
to
the
rest
.
Alas
,
alas
,
alas
;
all
the
world
is
wicked
;
let
us
therefore
strike
at
wickedness
!
"
