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"
And
moreover
,
it
kills
,
"
said
Beauchamp
.
"
And
to
think
that
I
had
an
idea
of
marrying
his
daughter
,
"
said
Debray
.
"
She
did
well
to
die
,
poor
girl
!
"
"
The
sitting
is
adjourned
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
the
president
;
"
fresh
inquiries
will
be
made
,
and
the
case
will
be
tried
next
session
by
another
magistrate
.
"
As
for
Andrea
,
who
was
calm
and
more
interesting
than
ever
,
he
left
the
hall
,
escorted
by
gendarmes
,
who
involuntarily
paid
him
some
attention
"
Well
,
what
do
you
think
of
this
,
my
fine
fellow
?
"
asked
Debray
of
the
sergeant-at-arms
,
slipping
a
louis
into
his
hand
.
"
There
will
be
extenuating
circumstances
,
"
he
replied
.
Notwithstanding
the
density
of
the
crowd
,
M.
de
Villefort
saw
it
open
before
him
.
There
is
something
so
awe-inspiring
in
great
afflictions
that
even
in
the
worst
times
the
first
emotion
of
a
crowd
has
generally
been
to
sympathize
with
the
sufferer
in
a
great
catastrophe
.
Many
people
have
been
assassinated
in
a
tumult
,
but
even
criminals
have
rarely
been
insulted
during
trial
.
Thus
Villefort
passed
through
the
mass
of
spectators
and
officers
of
the
Palais
,
and
withdrew
.
Though
he
had
acknowledged
his
guilt
,
he
was
protected
by
his
grief
.
There
are
some
situations
which
men
understand
by
instinct
,
but
which
reason
is
powerless
to
explain
;
in
such
cases
the
greatest
poet
is
he
who
gives
utterance
to
the
most
natural
and
vehement
outburst
of
sorrow
.
Those
who
hear
the
bitter
cry
are
as
much
impressed
as
if
they
listened
to
an
entire
poem
,
and
when
the
sufferer
is
sincere
they
are
right
in
regarding
his
outburst
as
sublime
.
It
would
be
difficult
to
describe
the
state
of
stupor
in
which
Villefort
left
the
Palais
.
Every
pulse
beat
with
feverish
excitement
,
every
nerve
was
strained
,
every
vein
swollen
,
and
every
part
of
his
body
seemed
to
suffer
distinctly
from
the
rest
,
thus
multiplying
his
agony
a
thousand-fold
.
He
made
his
way
along
the
corridors
through
force
of
habit
;
he
threw
aside
his
magisterial
robe
,
not
out
of
deference
to
etiquette
,
but
because
it
was
an
unbearable
burden
,
a
veritable
garb
of
Nessus
,
insatiate
in
torture
.
Having
staggered
as
far
as
the
Rue
Dauphine
,
he
perceived
his
carriage
,
awoke
his
sleeping
coachman
by
opening
the
door
himself
,
threw
himself
on
the
cushions
,
and
pointed
towards
the
Faubourg
Saint
--
Honore
;
the
carriage
drove
on
.
The
weight
of
his
fallen
fortunes
seemed
suddenly
to
crush
him
;
he
could
not
foresee
the
consequences
;
he
could
not
contemplate
the
future
with
the
indifference
of
the
hardened
criminal
who
merely
faces
a
contingency
already
familiar
.
God
was
still
in
his
heart
.
"
God
,
"
he
murmured
,
not
knowing
what
he
said
--
"
God
--
God
!
"
Behind
the
event
that
had
overwhelmed
him
he
saw
the
hand
of
God
.
The
carriage
rolled
rapidly
onward
.
Villefort
,
while
turning
restlessly
on
the
cushions
,
felt
something
press
against
him
.
He
put
out
his
hand
to
remove
the
object
;
it
was
a
fan
which
Madame
de
Villefort
had
left
in
the
carriage
;
this
fan
awakened
a
recollection
which
darted
through
his
mind
like
lightning
.
He
thought
of
his
wife
.
"
Oh
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
as
though
a
redhot
iron
were
piercing
his
heart
.
During
the
last
hour
his
own
crime
had
alone
been
presented
to
his
mind
;
now
another
object
,
not
less
terrible
,
suddenly
presented
itself
.
His
wife
!
He
had
just
acted
the
inexorable
judge
with
her
,
he
had
condemned
her
to
death
,
and
she
,
crushed
by
remorse
,
struck
with
terror
,
covered
with
the
shame
inspired
by
the
eloquence
of
his
irreproachable
virtue
--
she
,
a
poor
,
weak
woman
,
without
help
or
the
power
of
defending
herself
against
his
absolute
and
supreme
will
--
she
might
at
that
very
moment
,
perhaps
,
be
preparing
to
die
!
An
hour
had
elapsed
since
her
condemnation
;
at
that
moment
,
doubtless
,
she
was
recalling
all
her
crimes
to
her
memory
;
she
was
asking
pardon
for
her
sins
;
perhaps
she
was
even
writing
a
letter
imploring
forgiveness
from
her
virtuous
husband
--
a
forgiveness
she
was
purchasing
with
her
death
!
Villefort
again
groaned
with
anguish
and
despair
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
that
woman
became
criminal
only
from
associating
with
me
!
I
carried
the
infection
of
crime
with
me
,
and
she
has
caught
it
as
she
would
the
typhus
fever
,
the
cholera
,
the
plague
!
And
yet
I
have
punished
her
--
I
have
dared
to
tell
her
--
I
have
--
'
Repent
and
die
!
'
But
no
,
she
must
not
die
;
she
shall
live
,
and
with
me
.
We
will
flee
from
Paris
and
go
as
far
as
the
earth
reaches
.
I
told
her
of
the
scaffold
;
oh
,
heavens
,
I
forgot
that
it
awaits
me
also
!
How
could
I
pronounce
that
word
?
Yes
,
we
will
fly
;
I
will
confess
all
to
her
--
I
will
tell
her
daily
that
I
also
have
committed
a
crime
!
--
Oh
,
what
an
alliance
--
the
tiger
and
the
serpent
;
worthy
wife
of
such
as
I
am
!
She
must
live
that
my
infamy
may
diminish
hers
.
"
And
Villefort
dashed
open
the
window
in
front
of
the
carriage
.
"
Faster
,
faster
!
"
he
cried
,
in
a
tone
which
electrified
the
coachman
.
The
horses
,
impelled
by
fear
,
flew
towards
the
house
.
