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"
Are
you
,
then
,
a
coward
?
"
cried
Villefort
,
in
a
contemptuous
voice
.
"
But
I
have
always
observed
that
poisoners
were
cowards
.
Can
you
be
a
coward
--
you
who
have
had
the
courage
to
witness
the
death
of
two
old
men
and
a
young
girl
murdered
by
you
?
"
"
Sir
!
sir
!
"
"
Can
you
be
a
coward
?
"
continued
Villefort
,
with
increasing
excitement
,
"
you
,
who
could
count
,
one
by
one
,
the
minutes
of
four
death
agonies
?
You
,
who
have
arranged
your
infernal
plans
,
and
removed
the
beverages
with
a
talent
and
precision
almost
miraculous
?
Have
you
,
then
,
who
have
calculated
everything
with
such
nicety
,
have
you
forgotten
to
calculate
one
thing
--
I
mean
where
the
revelation
of
your
crimes
will
lead
you
to
?
Oh
,
it
is
impossible
--
you
must
have
saved
some
surer
,
more
subtle
and
deadly
poison
than
any
other
,
that
you
might
escape
the
punishment
that
you
deserve
.
You
have
done
this
--
I
hope
so
,
at
least
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
stretched
out
her
hands
,
and
fell
on
her
knees
.
"
I
understand
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
confess
;
but
a
confession
made
to
the
judges
,
a
confession
made
at
the
last
moment
,
extorted
when
the
crime
can
not
be
denied
,
diminishes
not
the
punishment
inflicted
on
the
guilty
!
"
"
The
punishment
?
"
exclaimed
Madame
de
Villefort
,
"
the
punishment
,
monsieur
?
Twice
you
have
pronounced
that
word
!
"
"
Certainly
.
Did
you
hope
to
escape
it
because
you
were
four
times
guilty
?
Did
you
think
the
punishment
would
be
withheld
because
you
are
the
wife
of
him
who
pronounces
it
?
--
No
,
madame
,
no
;
the
scaffold
awaits
the
poisoner
,
whoever
she
may
be
,
unless
,
as
I
just
said
,
the
poisoner
has
taken
the
precaution
of
keeping
for
herself
a
few
drops
of
her
deadliest
potion
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
uttered
a
wild
cry
,
and
a
hideous
and
uncontrollable
terror
spread
over
her
distorted
features
.
"
Oh
,
do
not
fear
the
scaffold
,
madame
,
"
said
the
magistrate
;
"
I
will
not
dishonor
you
,
since
that
would
be
dishonor
to
myself
;
no
,
if
you
have
heard
me
distinctly
,
you
will
understand
that
you
are
not
to
die
on
the
scaffold
.
"
"
No
,
I
do
not
understand
;
what
do
you
mean
?
"
stammered
the
unhappy
woman
,
completely
overwhelmed
.
"
I
mean
that
the
wife
of
the
first
magistrate
in
the
capital
shall
not
,
by
her
infamy
,
soil
an
unblemished
name
;
that
she
shall
not
,
with
one
blow
,
dishonor
her
husband
and
her
child
.
"
"
No
,
no
--
oh
,
no
!
"
