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More
than
once
he
had
reached
that
part
of
the
garden
where
the
famous
boarded
gate
stood
overlooking
the
deserted
enclosure
,
always
returning
by
the
same
path
,
to
begin
his
walk
again
,
at
the
same
pace
and
with
the
same
gesture
,
when
he
accidentally
turned
his
eyes
towards
the
house
,
whence
he
heard
the
noisy
play
of
his
son
,
who
had
returned
from
school
to
spend
the
Sunday
and
Monday
with
his
mother
.
While
doing
so
,
he
observed
M.
Noirtier
at
one
of
the
open
windows
,
where
the
old
man
had
been
placed
that
he
might
enjoy
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
which
yet
yielded
some
heat
,
and
was
now
shining
upon
the
dying
flowers
and
red
leaves
of
the
creeper
which
twined
around
the
balcony
.
The
eye
of
the
old
man
was
riveted
upon
a
spot
which
Villefort
could
scarcely
distinguish
.
His
glance
was
so
full
of
hate
,
of
ferocity
,
and
savage
impatience
,
that
Villefort
turned
out
of
the
path
he
had
been
pursuing
,
to
see
upon
what
person
this
dark
look
was
directed
.
Then
he
saw
beneath
a
thick
clump
of
linden-trees
,
which
were
nearly
divested
of
foliage
,
Madame
de
Villefort
sitting
with
a
book
in
her
hand
,
the
perusal
of
which
she
frequently
interrupted
to
smile
upon
her
son
,
or
to
throw
back
his
elastic
ball
,
which
he
obstinately
threw
from
the
drawing-room
into
the
garden
.
Villefort
became
pale
;
he
understood
the
old
man
's
meaning
.
Noirtier
continued
to
look
at
the
same
object
,
but
suddenly
his
glance
was
transferred
from
the
wife
to
the
husband
,
and
Villefort
himself
had
to
submit
to
the
searching
investigation
of
eyes
,
which
,
while
changing
their
direction
and
even
their
language
,
had
lost
none
of
their
menacing
expression
.
Madame
de
Villefort
,
unconscious
of
the
passions
that
exhausted
their
fire
over
her
head
,
at
that
moment
held
her
son
's
ball
,
and
was
making
signs
to
him
to
reclaim
it
with
a
kiss
.
Edward
begged
for
a
long
while
,
the
maternal
kiss
probably
not
offering
sufficient
recompense
for
the
trouble
he
must
take
to
obtain
it
;
however
at
length
he
decided
,
leaped
out
of
the
window
into
a
cluster
of
heliotropes
and
daisies
,
and
ran
to
his
mother
,
his
forehead
streaming
with
perspiration
.
Madame
de
Villefort
wiped
his
forehead
,
pressed
her
lips
upon
it
,
and
sent
him
back
with
the
ball
in
one
hand
and
some
bonbons
in
the
other
.
Villefort
,
drawn
by
an
irresistible
attraction
,
like
that
of
the
bird
to
the
serpent
,
walked
towards
the
house
.
As
he
approached
it
,
Noirtier
's
gaze
followed
him
,
and
his
eyes
appeared
of
such
a
fiery
brightness
that
Villefort
felt
them
pierce
to
the
depths
of
his
heart
.
In
that
earnest
look
might
be
read
a
deep
reproach
,
as
well
as
a
terrible
menace
.
Then
Noirtier
raised
his
eyes
to
heaven
,
as
though
to
remind
his
son
of
a
forgotten
oath
.
"
It
is
well
,
sir
,
"
replied
Villefort
from
below
--
"
it
is
well
;
have
patience
but
one
day
longer
;
what
I
have
said
I
will
do
.
"
Noirtier
seemed
to
be
calmed
by
these
words
,
and
turned
his
eyes
with
indifference
to
the
other
side
.
Villefort
violently
unbuttoned
his
great-coat
,
which
seemed
to
strangle
him
,
and
passing
his
livid
hand
across
his
forehead
,
entered
his
study
.
The
night
was
cold
and
still
;
the
family
had
all
retired
to
rest
but
Villefort
,
who
alone
remained
up
,
and
worked
till
five
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
reviewing
the
last
interrogatories
made
the
night
before
by
the
examining
magistrates
,
compiling
the
depositions
of
the
witnesses
,
and
putting
the
finishing
stroke
to
the
deed
of
accusation
,
which
was
one
of
the
most
energetic
and
best
conceived
of
any
he
had
yet
delivered
.
The
next
day
,
Monday
,
was
the
first
sitting
of
the
assizes
.
The
morning
dawned
dull
and
gloomy
,
and
Villefort
saw
the
dim
gray
light
shine
upon
the
lines
he
had
traced
in
red
ink
.
The
magistrate
had
slept
for
a
short
time
while
the
lamp
sent
forth
its
final
struggles
;
its
flickerings
awoke
him
,
and
he
found
his
fingers
as
damp
and
purple
as
though
they
had
been
dipped
in
blood
.
He
opened
the
window
;
a
bright
yellow
streak
crossed
the
sky
,
and
seemed
to
divide
in
half
the
poplars
,
which
stood
out
in
black
relief
on
the
horizon
.
In
the
clover-fields
beyond
the
chestnut-trees
,
a
lark
was
mounting
up
to
heaven
,
while
pouring
out
her
clear
morning
song
.
The
damps
of
the
dew
bathed
the
head
of
Villefort
,
and
refreshed
his
memory
.
"
To-day
,
"
he
said
with
an
effort
--
"
today
the
man
who
holds
the
blade
of
justice
must
strike
wherever
there
is
guilt
.
"
Involuntarily
his
eyes
wandered
towards
the
window
of
Noirtier
's
room
,
where
he
had
seen
him
the
preceding
night
.
The
curtain
was
drawn
,
and
yet
the
image
of
his
father
was
so
vivid
to
his
mind
that
he
addressed
the
closed
window
as
though
it
had
been
open
,
and
as
if
through
the
opening
he
had
beheld
the
menacing
old
man
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
murmured
--
"
yes
,
be
satisfied
.
"
His
head
dropped
upon
his
chest
,
and
in
this
position
he
paced
his
study
;
then
he
threw
himself
,
dressed
as
he
was
,
upon
a
sofa
,
less
to
sleep
than
to
rest
his
limbs
,
cramped
with
cold
and
study
.
By
degrees
every
one
awoke
.
Villefort
,
from
his
study
,
heard
the
successive
noises
which
accompany
the
life
of
a
house
--
the
opening
and
shutting
of
doors
,
the
ringing
of
Madame
de
Villefort
's
bell
,
to
summon
the
waiting-maid
,
mingled
with
the
first
shouts
of
the
child
,
who
rose
full
of
the
enjoyment
of
his
age
.
Villefort
also
rang
;
his
new
valet
brought
him
the
papers
,
and
with
them
a
cup
of
chocolate
.
"
What
are
you
bringing
me
?
"
said
he
.
