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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
Hush
,
my
child
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
again
placing
his
finger
upon
her
lips
,
"
I
did
say
poison
and
death
.
But
drink
some
of
this
;
"
and
the
count
took
a
bottle
from
his
pocket
,
containing
a
red
liquid
,
of
which
he
poured
a
few
drops
into
the
glass
.
"
Drink
this
,
and
then
take
nothing
more
to-night
.
"
Valentine
stretched
out
her
hand
,
but
scarcely
had
she
touched
the
glass
when
she
drew
back
in
fear
.
Monte
Cristo
took
the
glass
,
drank
half
its
contents
,
and
then
presented
it
to
Valentine
,
who
smiled
and
swallowed
the
rest
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
I
recognize
the
flavor
of
my
nocturnal
beverage
which
refreshed
me
so
much
,
and
seemed
to
ease
my
aching
brain
.
Thank
you
,
sir
,
thank
you
!
"
"
This
is
how
you
have
lived
during
the
last
four
nights
,
Valentine
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
But
,
oh
,
how
I
passed
that
time
!
Oh
,
the
wretched
hours
I
have
endured
--
the
torture
to
which
I
have
submitted
when
I
saw
the
deadly
poison
poured
into
your
glass
,
and
how
I
trembled
lest
you
should
drink
it
before
I
could
find
time
to
throw
it
away
!
"
"
Sir
,
"
said
Valentine
,
at
the
height
of
her
terror
,
"
you
say
you
endured
tortures
when
you
saw
the
deadly
poison
poured
into
my
glass
;
but
if
you
saw
this
,
you
must
also
have
seen
the
person
who
poured
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Valentine
raised
herself
in
bed
,
and
drew
over
her
chest
,
which
appeared
whiter
than
snow
,
the
embroidered
cambric
,
still
moist
with
the
cold
dews
of
delirium
,
to
which
were
now
added
those
of
terror
.
"
You
saw
the
person
?
"
repeated
the
young
girl
.
"
Yes
,
"
repeated
the
count
.
"
What
you
tell
me
is
horrible
,
sir
.
You
wish
to
make
me
believe
something
too
dreadful
.
What
?
--
attempt
to
murder
me
in
my
father
's
house
,
in
my
room
,
on
my
bed
of
sickness
?
Oh
,
leave
me
,
sir
;
you
are
tempting
me
--
you
make
me
doubt
the
goodness
of
providence
--
it
is
impossible
,
it
can
not
be
!
"
"
Are
you
the
first
that
this
hand
has
stricken
?
Have
you
not
seen
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
Barrois
,
all
fall
?
Would
not
M.
Noirtier
also
have
fallen
a
victim
,
had
not
the
treatment
he
has
been
pursuing
for
the
last
three
years
neutralized
the
effects
of
the
poison
?
"
"
Oh
,
heaven
,
"
said
Valentine
;
"
is
this
the
reason
why
grandpapa
has
made
me
share
all
his
beverages
during
the
last
month
?
"
"
And
have
they
all
tasted
of
a
slightly
bitter
flavor
,
like
that
of
dried
orange-peel
?
"
