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"
Edward
,
"
cried
M.
de
Villefort
,
so
harshly
that
the
child
started
up
from
the
floor
,
"
do
you
hear
me
?
--
Go
!
"
The
child
,
unaccustomed
to
such
treatment
,
arose
,
pale
and
trembling
;
it
would
be
difficult
to
say
whether
his
emotion
were
caused
by
fear
or
passion
.
His
father
went
up
to
him
,
took
him
in
his
arms
,
and
kissed
his
forehead
.
"
Go
,
"
he
said
:
"
go
,
my
child
.
"
Edward
ran
out
.
M.
de
Villefort
went
to
the
door
,
which
he
closed
behind
the
child
,
and
bolted
.
"
Dear
me
!
"
said
the
young
woman
,
endeavoring
to
read
her
husband
's
inmost
thoughts
,
while
a
smile
passed
over
her
countenance
which
froze
the
impassibility
of
Villefort
;
"
what
is
the
matter
?
"
"
Madame
,
where
do
you
keep
the
poison
you
generally
use
?
"
said
the
magistrate
,
without
any
introduction
,
placing
himself
between
his
wife
and
the
door
.
Madame
de
Villefort
must
have
experienced
something
of
the
sensation
of
a
bird
which
,
looking
up
,
sees
the
murderous
trap
closing
over
its
head
.
A
hoarse
,
broken
tone
,
which
was
neither
a
cry
nor
a
sigh
,
escaped
from
her
,
while
she
became
deadly
pale
.
"
Monsieur
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
--
I
do
not
understand
you
.
"
And
,
in
her
first
paroxysm
of
terror
,
she
had
raised
herself
from
the
sofa
,
in
the
next
,
stronger
very
likely
than
the
other
,
she
fell
down
again
on
the
cushions
.
"
I
asked
you
,
"
continued
Villefort
,
in
a
perfectly
calm
tone
,
"
where
you
conceal
the
poison
by
the
aid
of
which
you
have
killed
my
father-inlaw
,
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
my
mother-inlaw
,
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
Barrois
,
and
my
daughter
Valentine
.
"
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
exclaimed
Madame
de
Villefort
,
clasping
her
hands
,
"
what
do
you
say
?
"
"
It
is
not
for
you
to
interrogate
,
but
to
answer
.
"
"
Is
it
to
the
judge
or
to
the
husband
?
"
stammered
Madame
de
Villefort
.
"
To
the
judge
--
to
the
judge
,
madame
!
"
It
was
terrible
to
behold
the
frightful
pallor
of
that
woman
,
the
anguish
of
her
look
,
the
trembling
of
her
whole
frame
.
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
she
muttered
,
"
ah
,
sir
,
"
and
this
was
all
.
"
You
do
not
answer
,
madame
!
"
exclaimed
the
terrible
interrogator
.
Then
he
added
,
with
a
smile
yet
more
terrible
than
his
anger
,
"
It
is
true
,
then
;
you
do
not
deny
it
!
"
She
moved
forward
.
"
And
you
can
not
deny
it
!
"
added
Villefort
,
extending
his
hand
toward
her
,
as
though
to
seize
her
in
the
name
of
justice
.
"
You
have
accomplished
these
different
crimes
with
impudent
address
,
but
which
could
only
deceive
those
whose
affections
for
you
blinded
them
.
Since
the
death
of
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
I
have
known
that
a
poisoner
lived
in
my
house
.
M.
d'Avrigny
warned
me
of
it
.
After
the
death
of
Barrois
my
suspicions
were
directed
towards
an
angel
--
those
suspicions
which
,
even
when
there
is
no
crime
,
are
always
alive
in
my
heart
;
but
after
the
death
of
Valentine
,
there
has
been
no
doubt
in
my
mind
,
madame
,
and
not
only
in
mine
,
but
in
those
of
others
;
thus
your
crime
,
known
by
two
persons
,
suspected
by
many
,
will
soon
become
public
,
and
,
as
I
told
you
just
now
,
you
no
longer
speak
to
the
husband
,
but
to
the
judge
.
"
The
young
woman
hid
her
face
in
her
hands
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
"
she
stammered
,
"
I
beseech
you
,
do
not
believe
appearances
.
"
