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"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
such
an
innocent
looking
person
as
you
are
to
do
those
things
,
M.
Bertuccio
,
and
to
a
king
's
attorney
at
that
!
But
did
he
know
what
was
meant
by
the
terrible
word
'
vendetta
'
?
"
"
He
knew
so
well
,
that
from
that
moment
he
shut
himself
in
his
house
,
and
never
went
out
unattended
,
seeking
me
high
and
low
.
Fortunately
,
I
was
so
well
concealed
that
he
could
not
find
me
.
Then
he
became
alarmed
,
and
dared
not
stay
any
longer
at
Nimes
,
so
he
solicited
a
change
of
residence
,
and
,
as
he
was
in
reality
very
influential
,
he
was
nominated
to
Versailles
.
But
,
as
you
know
,
a
Corsican
who
has
sworn
to
avenge
himself
cares
not
for
distance
,
so
his
carriage
,
fast
as
it
went
,
was
never
above
half
a
day
's
journey
before
me
,
who
followed
him
on
foot
.
The
most
important
thing
was
,
not
to
kill
him
only
--
for
I
had
an
opportunity
of
doing
so
a
hundred
times
--
but
to
kill
him
without
being
discovered
--
at
least
,
without
being
arrested
.
I
no
longer
belonged
to
myself
,
for
I
had
my
sister-inlaw
to
protect
and
provide
for
.
For
three
months
I
watched
M.
de
Villefort
,
for
three
months
he
took
not
a
step
out-of-doors
without
my
following
him
.
At
length
I
discovered
that
he
went
mysteriously
to
Auteuil
.
I
followed
him
thither
,
and
I
saw
him
enter
the
house
where
we
now
are
,
only
,
instead
of
entering
by
the
great
door
that
looks
into
the
street
,
he
came
on
horseback
,
or
in
his
carriage
,
left
the
one
or
the
other
at
the
little
inn
,
and
entered
by
the
gate
you
see
there
.
"
Monte
Cristo
made
a
sign
with
his
head
to
show
that
he
could
discern
in
the
darkness
the
door
to
which
Bertuccio
alluded
.
"
As
I
had
nothing
more
to
do
at
Versailles
,
I
went
to
Auteuil
,
and
gained
all
the
information
I
could
.
If
I
wished
to
surprise
him
,
it
was
evident
this
was
the
spot
to
lie
in
wait
for
him
.
The
house
belonged
,
as
the
concierge
informed
your
excellency
,
to
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
Villefort
's
father-inlaw
.
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
lived
at
Marseilles
,
so
that
this
country
house
was
useless
to
him
,
and
it
was
reported
to
be
let
to
a
young
widow
,
known
only
by
the
name
of
'
the
baroness
.
'
"
One
evening
,
as
I
was
looking
over
the
wall
,
I
saw
a
young
and
handsome
woman
who
was
walking
alone
in
that
garden
,
which
was
not
overlooked
by
any
windows
,
and
I
guessed
that
she
was
awaiting
M.
de
Villefort
.
When
she
was
sufficiently
near
for
me
to
distinguish
her
features
,
I
saw
she
was
from
eighteen
to
nineteen
,
tall
and
very
fair
.
As
she
had
a
loose
muslin
dress
on
and
as
nothing
concealed
her
figure
,
I
saw
she
would
ere
long
become
a
mother
.
A
few
moments
after
,
the
little
door
was
opened
and
a
man
entered
.
The
young
woman
hastened
to
meet
him
.
They
threw
themselves
into
each
other
's
arms
,
embraced
tenderly
,
and
returned
together
to
the
house
.
The
man
was
M.
de
Villefort
;
I
fully
believed
that
when
he
went
out
in
the
night
he
would
be
forced
to
traverse
the
whole
of
the
garden
alone
.
"
"
And
,
"
asked
the
count
,
"
did
you
ever
know
the
name
of
this
woman
?
"
"
No
,
excellency
,
"
returned
Bertuccio
;
"
you
will
see
that
I
had
no
time
to
learn
it
.
"
"
Go
on
.
"
"
That
evening
,
"
continued
Bertuccio
,
"
I
could
have
killed
the
procureur
,
but
as
I
was
not
sufficiently
acquainted
with
the
neighborhood
,
I
was
fearful
of
not
killing
him
on
the
spot
,
and
that
if
his
cries
were
overheard
I
might
be
taken
;
so
I
put
it
off
until
the
next
occasion
,
and
in
order
that
nothing
should
escape
me
,
I
took
a
chamber
looking
into
the
street
bordered
by
the
wall
of
the
garden
.
Three
days
after
,
about
seven
o'clock
in
the
evening
,
I
saw
a
servant
on
horseback
leave
the
house
at
full
gallop
,
and
take
the
road
to
Sevres
.
I
concluded
that
he
was
going
to
Versailles
,
and
I
was
not
deceived
.
Three
hours
later
,
the
man
returned
covered
with
dust
,
his
errand
was
performed
,
and
two
minutes
after
,
another
man
on
foot
,
muffled
in
a
mantle
,
opened
the
little
door
of
the
garden
,
which
he
closed
after
him
.
I
descended
rapidly
;
although
I
had
not
seen
Villefort
's
face
,
I
recognized
him
by
the
beating
of
my
heart
.
I
crossed
the
street
,
and
stopped
at
a
post
placed
at
the
angle
of
the
wall
,
and
by
means
of
which
I
had
once
before
looked
into
the
garden
.
This
time
I
did
not
content
myself
with
looking
,
but
I
took
my
knife
out
of
my
pocket
,
felt
that
the
point
was
sharp
,
and
sprang
over
the
wall
.
My
first
care
was
to
run
to
the
door
;
he
had
left
the
key
in
it
,
taking
the
simple
precaution
of
turning
it
twice
in
the
lock
.
Nothing
,
then
,
preventing
my
escape
by
this
means
,
I
examined
the
grounds
.
The
garden
was
long
and
narrow
;
a
stretch
of
smooth
turf
extended
down
the
middle
,
and
at
the
corners
were
clumps
of
trees
with
thick
and
massy
foliage
,
that
made
a
background
for
the
shrubs
and
flowers
.
In
order
to
go
from
the
door
to
the
house
,
or
from
the
house
to
the
door
,
M.
de
Villefort
would
be
obliged
to
pass
by
one
of
these
clumps
of
trees
.
