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Every
one
turned
towards
the
procureur
,
who
,
unable
to
bear
the
universal
gaze
now
riveted
on
him
alone
,
advanced
staggering
into
the
midst
of
the
tribunal
,
with
his
hair
dishevelled
and
his
face
indented
with
the
mark
of
his
nails
.
The
whole
assembly
uttered
a
long
murmur
of
astonishment
.
"
Father
,
"
said
Benedetto
,
"
I
am
asked
for
proofs
,
do
you
wish
me
to
give
them
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
it
is
useless
,
"
stammered
M.
de
Villefort
in
a
hoarse
voice
;
"
no
,
it
is
useless
!
"
"
How
useless
?
"
cried
the
president
,
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
mean
that
I
feel
it
impossible
to
struggle
against
this
deadly
weight
which
crushes
me
.
Gentlemen
,
I
know
I
am
in
the
hands
of
an
avenging
God
!
We
need
no
proofs
;
everything
relating
to
this
young
man
is
true
.
"
A
dull
,
gloomy
silence
,
like
that
which
precedes
some
awful
phenomenon
of
nature
,
pervaded
the
assembly
,
who
shuddered
in
dismay
.
"
What
,
M.
de
Villefort
,
"
cried
the
president
,
"
do
you
yield
to
an
hallucination
?
What
,
are
you
no
longer
in
possession
of
your
senses
?
This
strange
,
unexpected
,
terrible
accusation
has
disordered
your
reason
.
Come
,
recover
.
"
The
procureur
dropped
his
head
;
his
teeth
chattered
like
those
of
a
man
under
a
violent
attack
of
fever
,
and
yet
he
was
deadly
pale
.
"
I
am
in
possession
of
all
my
senses
,
sir
,
"
he
said
;
"
my
body
alone
suffers
,
as
you
may
suppose
.
I
acknowledge
myself
guilty
of
all
the
young
man
has
brought
against
me
,
and
from
this
hour
hold
myself
under
the
authority
of
the
procureur
who
will
succeed
me
.
"
And
as
he
spoke
these
words
with
a
hoarse
,
choking
voice
,
he
staggered
towards
the
door
,
which
was
mechanically
opened
by
a
door-keeper
.
The
whole
assembly
were
dumb
with
astonishment
at
the
revelation
and
confession
which
had
produced
a
catastrophe
so
different
from
that
which
had
been
expected
during
the
last
fortnight
by
the
Parisian
world
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
"
let
them
now
say
that
drama
is
unnatural
!
"
"
Ma
foi
!
"
said
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
"
I
would
rather
end
my
career
like
M.
de
Morcerf
;
a
pistol-shot
seems
quite
delightful
compared
with
this
catastrophe
.
"
