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A
shudder
ran
through
the
assembly
when
they
saw
that
the
confidence
of
the
prisoner
increased
in
proportion
to
the
terror
of
M.
de
Villefort
.
"
But
how
have
you
become
acquainted
with
all
these
details
?
"
asked
the
president
.
"
I
will
tell
you
,
Mr.
President
.
A
man
who
had
sworn
vengeance
against
my
father
,
and
had
long
watched
his
opportunity
to
kill
him
,
had
introduced
himself
that
night
into
the
garden
in
which
my
father
buried
me
.
He
was
concealed
in
a
thicket
;
he
saw
my
father
bury
something
in
the
ground
,
and
stabbed
him
;
then
thinking
the
deposit
might
contain
some
treasure
he
turned
up
the
ground
,
and
found
me
still
living
.
The
man
carried
me
to
the
foundling
asylum
,
where
I
was
registered
under
the
number
37
.
Three
months
afterwards
,
a
woman
travelled
from
Rogliano
to
Paris
to
fetch
me
,
and
having
claimed
me
as
her
son
,
carried
me
away
.
Thus
,
you
see
,
though
born
in
Paris
,
I
was
brought
up
in
Corsica
.
"
There
was
a
moment
's
silence
,
during
which
one
could
have
fancied
the
hall
empty
,
so
profound
was
the
stillness
.
"
Proceed
,
"
said
the
president
.
"
Certainly
,
I
might
have
lived
happily
amongst
those
good
people
,
who
adored
me
,
but
my
perverse
disposition
prevailed
over
the
virtues
which
my
adopted
mother
endeavored
to
instil
into
my
heart
.
I
increased
in
wickedness
till
I
committed
crime
.
One
day
when
I
cursed
Providence
for
making
me
so
wicked
,
and
ordaining
me
to
such
a
fate
,
my
adopted
father
said
to
me
,
'
Do
not
blaspheme
,
unhappy
child
,
the
crime
is
that
of
your
father
,
not
yours
--
of
your
father
,
who
consigned
you
to
hell
if
you
died
,
and
to
misery
if
a
miracle
preserved
you
alive
.
'
After
that
I
ceased
to
blaspheme
,
but
I
cursed
my
father
.
That
is
why
I
have
uttered
the
words
for
which
you
blame
me
;
that
is
why
I
have
filled
this
whole
assembly
with
horror
.
If
I
have
committed
an
additional
crime
,
punish
me
,
but
if
you
will
allow
that
ever
since
the
day
of
my
birth
my
fate
has
been
sad
,
bitter
,
and
lamentable
,
then
pity
me
.
"
"
But
your
mother
?
"
asked
the
president
.
"
My
mother
thought
me
dead
;
she
is
not
guilty
.
I
did
not
even
wish
to
know
her
name
,
nor
do
I
know
it
.
"
Just
then
a
piercing
cry
,
ending
in
a
sob
,
burst
from
the
centre
of
the
crowd
,
who
encircled
the
lady
who
had
before
fainted
,
and
who
now
fell
into
a
violent
fit
of
hysterics
.
She
was
carried
out
of
the
hall
,
the
thick
veil
which
concealed
her
face
dropped
off
,
and
Madame
Danglars
was
recognized
.
Notwithstanding
his
shattered
nerves
,
the
ringing
sensation
in
his
ears
,
and
the
madness
which
turned
his
brain
,
Villefort
rose
as
he
perceived
her
.
"
The
proofs
,
the
proofs
!
"
said
the
president
;
"
remember
this
tissue
of
horrors
must
be
supported
by
the
clearest
proofs
.
"
"
The
proofs
?
"
said
Benedetto
,
laughing
;
"
do
you
want
proofs
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
look
at
M.
de
Villefort
,
and
then
ask
me
for
proofs
.
"
