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The
servant
,
instead
of
answering
,
pointed
to
the
garden
.
Monte
Cristo
ran
down
the
steps
,
and
advancing
towards
the
spot
designated
beheld
Villefort
,
encircled
by
his
servants
,
with
a
spade
in
his
hand
,
and
digging
the
earth
with
fury
.
"
It
is
not
here
!
"
he
cried
.
"
It
is
not
here
!
"
And
then
he
moved
farther
on
,
and
began
again
to
dig
.
Monte
Cristo
approached
him
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
,
with
an
expression
almost
humble
,
"
Sir
,
you
have
indeed
lost
a
son
;
but
"
--
Villefort
interrupted
him
;
he
had
neither
listened
nor
heard
.
"
Oh
,
I
will
find
it
,
"
he
cried
;
"
you
may
pretend
he
is
not
here
,
but
I
will
find
him
,
though
I
dig
forever
!
"
Monte
Cristo
drew
back
in
horror
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
said
,
"
he
is
mad
!
"
And
as
though
he
feared
that
the
walls
of
the
accursed
house
would
crumble
around
him
,
he
rushed
into
the
street
,
for
the
first
time
doubting
whether
he
had
the
right
to
do
as
he
had
done
.
"
Oh
,
enough
of
this
--
enough
of
this
,
"
he
cried
;
"
let
me
save
the
last
.
"
On
entering
his
house
,
he
met
Morrel
,
who
wandered
about
like
a
ghost
awaiting
the
heavenly
mandate
for
return
to
the
tomb
.
"
Prepare
yourself
,
Maximilian
,
"
he
said
with
a
smile
;
"
we
leave
Paris
tomorrow
.
"
"
Have
you
nothing
more
to
do
there
?
"
asked
Morrel
.
"
No
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
God
grant
I
may
not
have
done
too
much
already
.
"
The
next
day
they
indeed
left
,
accompanied
only
by
Baptistin
Haidee
had
taken
away
Ali
,
and
Bertuccio
remained
with
Noirtier
.
The
recent
event
formed
the
theme
of
conversation
throughout
all
Paris
.
Emmanuel
and
his
wife
conversed
with
natural
astonishment
in
their
little
apartment
in
the
Rue
Meslay
upon
the
three
successive
,
sudden
,
and
most
unexpected
catastrophes
of
Morcerf
,
Danglars
,
and
Villefort
.
Maximilian
,
who
was
paying
them
a
visit
,
listened
to
their
conversation
,
or
rather
was
present
at
it
,
plunged
in
his
accustomed
state
of
apathy
.
"
Indeed
,
"
said
Julie
,
"
might
we
not
almost
fancy
,
Emmanuel
,
that
those
people
,
so
rich
,
so
happy
but
yesterday
,
had
forgotten
in
their
prosperity
that
an
evil
genius
--
like
the
wicked
fairies
in
Perrault
's
stories
who
present
themselves
unbidden
at
a
wedding
or
baptism
--
hovered
over
them
,
and
appeared
all
at
once
to
revenge
himself
for
their
fatal
neglect
?
"
"
What
a
dire
misfortune
!
"
said
Emmanuel
,
thinking
of
Morcerf
and
Danglars
.
"
What
dreadful
sufferings
!
"
said
Julie
,
remembering
Valentine
,
but
whom
,
with
a
delicacy
natural
to
women
,
she
did
not
name
before
her
brother
.
