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"
Reflect
that
I
am
your
wife
!
"
"
You
are
a
poisoner
"
"
In
the
name
of
heaven
!
"
"
No
!
"
"
In
the
name
of
the
love
you
once
bore
me
!
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
"
In
the
name
of
our
child
!
Ah
,
for
the
sake
of
our
child
,
let
me
live
!
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
I
tell
you
;
one
day
,
if
I
allow
you
to
live
,
you
will
perhaps
kill
him
,
as
you
have
the
others
!
"
"
I
?
--
I
kill
my
boy
?
"
cried
the
distracted
mother
,
rushing
toward
Villefort
;
"
I
kill
my
son
?
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
and
a
frightful
,
demoniac
laugh
finished
the
sentence
,
which
was
lost
in
a
hoarse
rattle
.
Madame
de
Villefort
fell
at
her
husband
's
feet
.
He
approached
her
.
"
Think
of
it
,
madame
,
"
he
said
;
"
if
,
on
my
return
,
justice
his
not
been
satisfied
,
I
will
denounce
you
with
my
own
mouth
,
and
arrest
you
with
my
own
hands
!
"
She
listened
,
panting
,
overwhelmed
,
crushed
;
her
eye
alone
lived
,
and
glared
horribly
.
"
Do
you
understand
me
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
going
down
there
to
pronounce
the
sentence
of
death
against
a
murderer
.
If
I
find
you
alive
on
my
return
,
you
shall
sleep
to-night
in
the
conciergerie
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
sighed
;
her
nerves
gave
way
,
and
she
sunk
on
the
carpet
.
The
king
's
attorney
seemed
to
experience
a
sensation
of
pity
;
he
looked
upon
her
less
severely
,
and
,
bowing
to
her
,
said
slowly
,
"
Farewell
,
madame
,
farewell
!
"
That
farewell
struck
Madame
de
Villefort
like
the
executioner
's
knife
.
She
fainted
.
The
procureur
went
out
,
after
having
double-locked
the
door
.
