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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
A
cup
of
chocolate
.
"
"
I
did
not
ask
for
it
.
Who
has
paid
me
this
attention
?
"
"
My
mistress
,
sir
.
She
said
you
would
have
to
speak
a
great
deal
in
the
murder
case
,
and
that
you
should
take
something
to
keep
up
your
strength
;
"
and
the
valet
placed
the
cup
on
the
table
nearest
to
the
sofa
,
which
was
,
like
all
the
rest
,
covered
with
papers
.
The
valet
then
left
the
room
.
Villefort
looked
for
an
instant
with
a
gloomy
expression
,
then
,
suddenly
,
taking
it
up
with
a
nervous
motion
,
he
swallowed
its
contents
at
one
draught
.
It
might
have
been
thought
that
he
hoped
the
beverage
would
be
mortal
,
and
that
he
sought
for
death
to
deliver
him
from
a
duty
which
he
would
rather
die
than
fulfil
.
He
then
rose
,
and
paced
his
room
with
a
smile
it
would
have
been
terrible
to
witness
.
The
chocolate
was
inoffensive
,
for
M.
de
Villefort
felt
no
effects
.
The
breakfast-hour
arrived
,
but
M.
de
Villefort
was
not
at
table
.
The
valet
re-entered
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
wishes
to
remind
you
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
eleven
o'clock
has
just
struck
,
and
that
the
trial
commences
at
twelve
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Villefort
,
"
what
then
?
"
"
Madame
de
Villefort
is
dressed
;
she
is
quite
ready
,
and
wishes
to
know
if
she
is
to
accompany
you
,
sir
?
"
"
Where
to
?
"
"
To
the
Palais
.
"
"
What
to
do
?
"
