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"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
repeated
Villefort
,
as
he
approached
his
home
--
"
yes
,
that
woman
must
live
;
she
must
repent
,
and
educate
my
son
,
the
sole
survivor
,
with
the
exception
of
the
indestructible
old
man
,
of
the
wreck
of
my
house
.
She
loves
him
;
it
was
for
his
sake
she
has
committed
these
crimes
.
We
ought
never
to
despair
of
softening
the
heart
of
a
mother
who
loves
her
child
.
She
will
repent
,
and
no
one
will
know
that
she
has
been
guilty
.
The
events
which
have
taken
place
in
my
house
,
though
they
now
occupy
the
public
mind
,
will
be
forgotten
in
time
,
or
if
,
indeed
,
a
few
enemies
should
persist
in
remembering
them
,
why
then
I
will
add
them
to
my
list
of
crimes
.
What
will
it
signify
if
one
,
two
,
or
three
more
are
added
?
My
wife
and
child
shall
escape
from
this
gulf
,
carrying
treasures
with
them
;
she
will
live
and
may
yet
be
happy
,
since
her
child
,
in
whom
all
her
love
is
centred
,
will
be
with
her
.
I
shall
have
performed
a
good
action
,
and
my
heart
will
be
lighter
.
"
And
the
procureur
breathed
more
freely
than
he
had
done
for
some
time
.
The
carriage
stopped
at
the
door
of
the
house
.
Villefort
leaped
out
of
the
carriage
,
and
saw
that
his
servants
were
surprised
at
his
early
return
;
he
could
read
no
other
expression
on
their
features
.
Neither
of
them
spoke
to
him
;
they
merely
stood
aside
to
let
him
pass
by
,
as
usual
,
nothing
more
.
As
he
passed
by
M.
Noirtier
's
room
,
he
perceived
two
figures
through
the
half-open
door
;
but
he
experienced
no
curiosity
to
know
who
was
visiting
his
father
:
anxiety
carried
him
on
further
.
"
Come
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
ascended
the
stairs
leading
to
his
wife
's
room
,
"
nothing
is
changed
here
.
"
He
then
closed
the
door
of
the
landing
.
"
No
one
must
disturb
us
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
must
speak
freely
to
her
,
accuse
myself
,
and
say
"
--
he
approached
the
door
,
touched
the
crystal
handle
,
which
yielded
to
his
hand
.
"
Not
locked
,
"
he
cried
;
"
that
is
well
.
"
And
he
entered
the
little
room
in
which
Edward
slept
;
for
though
the
child
went
to
school
during
the
day
,
his
mother
could
not
allow
him
to
be
separated
from
her
at
night
.
With
a
single
glance
Villefort
's
eye
ran
through
the
room
.
"
Not
here
,
"
he
said
;
"
doubtless
she
is
in
her
bedroom
.
"
He
rushed
towards
the
door
,
found
it
bolted
,
and
stopped
,
shuddering
.
"
Heloise
!
"
he
cried
.
He
fancied
he
heard
the
sound
of
a
piece
of
furniture
being
removed
.
"
Heloise
!
"
he
repeated
.
"
Who
is
there
?
"
answered
the
voice
of
her
he
sought
.
He
thought
that
voice
more
feeble
than
usual
.
"
Open
the
door
!
"
cried
Villefort
.
"
Open
;
it
is
I.
"
But
notwithstanding
this
request
,
notwithstanding
the
tone
of
anguish
in
which
it
was
uttered
,
the
door
remained
closed
.
Villefort
burst
it
open
with
a
violent
blow
.
At
the
entrance
of
the
room
which
led
to
her
boudoir
,
Madame
de
Villefort
was
standing
erect
,
pale
,
her
features
contracted
,
and
her
eyes
glaring
horribly
.
"
Heloise
,
Heloise
!
"
he
said
,
"
what
is
the
matter
?
Speak
!
"
The
young
woman
extended
her
stiff
white
hands
towards
him
.
"
It
is
done
,
monsieur
,
"
she
said
with
a
rattling
noise
which
seemed
to
tear
her
throat
.
"
What
more
do
you
want
?
"
and
she
fell
full
length
on
the
floor
.
Villefort
ran
to
her
and
seized
her
hand
,
which
convulsively
clasped
a
crystal
bottle
with
a
golden
stopper
.
Madame
de
Villefort
was
dead
.
Villefort
,
maddened
with
horror
,
stepped
back
to
the
threshhold
of
the
door
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
the
corpse
:
"
My
son
!
"
he
exclaimed
suddenly
,
"
where
is
my
son
?
--
Edward
,
Edward
!
"
and
he
rushed
out
of
the
room
,
still
crying
,
"
Edward
,
Edward
!
"
The
name
was
pronounced
in
such
a
tone
of
anguish
that
the
servants
ran
up
.
"
Where
is
my
son
?
"
asked
Villefort
;
"
let
him
be
removed
from
the
house
,
that
he
may
not
see
"
--
"
Master
Edward
is
not
down-stairs
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
valet
.
"
Then
he
must
be
playing
in
the
garden
;
go
and
see
.
"
