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"
No
,
sir
;
Madame
de
Villefort
sent
for
him
half
an
hour
ago
;
he
went
into
her
room
,
and
has
not
been
down-stairs
since
.
"
A
cold
perspiration
burst
out
on
Villefort
's
brow
;
his
legs
trembled
,
and
his
thoughts
flew
about
madly
in
his
brain
like
the
wheels
of
a
disordered
watch
.
"
In
Madame
de
Villefort
's
room
?
"
he
murmured
and
slowly
returned
,
with
one
hand
wiping
his
forehead
,
and
with
the
other
supporting
himself
against
the
wall
.
To
enter
the
room
he
must
again
see
the
body
of
his
unfortunate
wife
.
To
call
Edward
he
must
reawaken
the
echo
of
that
room
which
now
appeared
like
a
sepulchre
;
to
speak
seemed
like
violating
the
silence
of
the
tomb
.
His
tongue
was
paralyzed
in
his
mouth
.
"
Edward
!
"
he
stammered
--
"
Edward
!
"
The
child
did
not
answer
.
Where
,
then
,
could
he
be
,
if
he
had
entered
his
mother
's
room
and
not
since
returned
?
He
stepped
forward
.
The
corpse
of
Madame
de
Villefort
was
stretched
across
the
doorway
leading
to
the
room
in
which
Edward
must
be
;
those
glaring
eyes
seemed
to
watch
over
the
threshold
,
and
the
lips
bore
the
stamp
of
a
terrible
and
mysterious
irony
.
Through
the
open
door
was
visible
a
portion
of
the
boudoir
,
containing
an
upright
piano
and
a
blue
satin
couch
.
Villefort
stepped
forward
two
or
three
paces
,
and
beheld
his
child
lying
--
no
doubt
asleep
--
on
the
sofa
.
The
unhappy
man
uttered
an
exclamation
of
joy
;
a
ray
of
light
seemed
to
penetrate
the
abyss
of
despair
and
darkness
.
He
had
only
to
step
over
the
corpse
,
enter
the
boudoir
,
take
the
child
in
his
arms
,
and
flee
far
,
far
away
.
Villefort
was
no
longer
the
civilized
man
;
he
was
a
tiger
hurt
unto
death
,
gnashing
his
teeth
in
his
wound
.
He
no
longer
feared
realities
,
but
phantoms
.
He
leaped
over
the
corpse
as
if
it
had
been
a
burning
brazier
.
He
took
the
child
in
his
arms
,
embraced
him
,
shook
him
,
called
him
,
but
the
child
made
no
response
.
He
pressed
his
burning
lips
to
the
cheeks
,
but
they
were
icy
cold
and
pale
;
he
felt
the
stiffened
limbs
;
he
pressed
his
hand
upon
the
heart
,
but
it
no
longer
beat
--
the
child
was
dead
.
A
folded
paper
fell
from
Edward
's
breast
.
Villefort
,
thunderstruck
,
fell
upon
his
knees
;
the
child
dropped
from
his
arms
,
and
rolled
on
the
floor
by
the
side
of
its
mother
.
He
picked
up
the
paper
,
and
,
recognizing
his
wife
's
writing
,
ran
his
eyes
rapidly
over
its
contents
;
it
ran
as
follows
:
--
"
You
know
that
I
was
a
good
mother
,
since
it
was
for
my
son
's
sake
I
became
criminal
.
A
good
mother
can
not
depart
without
her
son
.
"
Villefort
could
not
believe
his
eyes
--
he
could
not
believe
his
reason
;
he
dragged
himself
towards
the
child
's
body
,
and
examined
it
as
a
lioness
contemplates
its
dead
cub
.
Then
a
piercing
cry
escaped
from
his
breast
,
and
he
cried
,
"
Still
the
hand
of
God
.
"
The
presence
of
the
two
victims
alarmed
him
;
he
could
not
bear
solitude
shared
only
by
two
corpses
.
Until
then
he
had
been
sustained
by
rage
,
by
his
strength
of
mind
,
by
despair
,
by
the
supreme
agony
which
led
the
Titans
to
scale
the
heavens
,
and
Ajax
to
defy
the
gods
.
He
now
arose
,
his
head
bowed
beneath
the
weight
of
grief
,
and
,
shaking
his
damp
,
dishevelled
hair
,
he
who
had
never
felt
compassion
for
any
one
determined
to
seek
his
father
,
that
he
might
have
some
one
to
whom
he
could
relate
his
misfortunes
--
some
one
by
whose
side
he
might
weep
.
He
descended
the
little
staircase
with
which
we
are
acquainted
,
and
entered
Noirtier
's
room
.
The
old
man
appeared
to
be
listening
attentively
and
as
affectionately
as
his
infirmities
would
allow
to
the
Abbe
Busoni
,
who
looked
cold
and
calm
,
as
usual
.
Villefort
,
perceiving
the
abbe
,
passed
his
hand
across
his
brow
.
He
recollected
the
call
he
had
made
upon
him
after
the
dinner
at
Auteuil
,
and
then
the
visit
the
abbe
had
himself
paid
to
his
house
on
the
day
of
Valentine
's
death
.
"
You
here
,
sir
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
"
do
you
,
then
,
never
appear
but
to
act
as
an
escort
to
death
?
"
Busoni
turned
around
,
and
,
perceiving
the
excitement
depicted
on
the
magistrate
's
face
,
the
savage
lustre
of
his
eyes
,
he
understood
that
the
revelation
had
been
made
at
the
assizes
;
but
beyond
this
he
was
ignorant
.
"
I
came
to
pray
over
the
body
of
your
daughter
.
"
"
And
now
why
are
you
here
?
"
