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"
Well
,
madame
,
it
will
be
a
laudable
action
on
your
part
,
and
I
will
thank
you
for
it
!
"
"
You
will
thank
me
--
for
what
?
"
"
For
what
you
have
just
said
.
"
"
What
did
I
say
?
Oh
,
my
brain
whirls
;
I
no
longer
understand
anything
.
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
"
And
she
rose
,
with
her
hair
dishevelled
,
and
her
lips
foaming
.
"
Have
you
answered
the
question
I
put
to
you
on
entering
the
room
?
--
where
do
you
keep
the
poison
you
generally
use
,
madame
?
"
Madame
de
Villefort
raised
her
arms
to
heaven
,
and
convulsively
struck
one
hand
against
the
other
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
she
vociferated
,
"
no
,
you
can
not
wish
that
!
"
"
What
I
do
not
wish
,
madame
,
is
that
you
should
perish
on
the
scaffold
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
asked
Villefort
.
"
Oh
,
mercy
,
mercy
,
monsieur
!
"
"
What
I
require
is
,
that
justice
be
done
.
I
am
on
the
earth
to
punish
,
madame
,
"
he
added
,
with
a
flaming
glance
;
"
any
other
woman
,
were
it
the
queen
herself
,
I
would
send
to
the
executioner
;
but
to
you
I
shall
be
merciful
.
To
you
I
will
say
,
'
Have
you
not
,
madame
,
put
aside
some
of
the
surest
,
deadliest
,
most
speedy
poison
?
'
"
"
Oh
,
pardon
me
,
sir
;
let
me
live
!
"
"
She
is
cowardly
,
"
said
Villefort
.
