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"
It
was
the
end
of
September
;
the
wind
blew
violently
.
The
faint
glimpses
of
the
pale
moon
,
hidden
momentarily
by
masses
of
dark
clouds
that
were
sweeping
across
the
sky
,
whitened
the
gravel
walks
that
led
to
the
house
,
but
were
unable
to
pierce
the
obscurity
of
the
thick
shrubberies
,
in
which
a
man
could
conceal
himself
without
any
fear
of
discovery
.
I
hid
myself
in
the
one
nearest
to
the
path
Villefort
must
take
,
and
scarcely
was
I
there
when
,
amidst
the
gusts
of
wind
,
I
fancied
I
heard
groans
;
but
you
know
,
or
rather
you
do
not
know
,
your
excellency
,
that
he
who
is
about
to
commit
an
assassination
fancies
that
he
hears
low
cries
perpetually
ringing
in
his
ears
.
Two
hours
passed
thus
,
during
which
I
imagined
I
heard
moans
repeatedly
.
Midnight
struck
.
As
the
last
stroke
died
away
,
I
saw
a
faint
light
shine
through
the
windows
of
the
private
staircase
by
which
we
have
just
descended
.
The
door
opened
,
and
the
man
in
the
mantle
reappeared
.
The
terrible
moment
had
come
,
but
I
had
so
long
been
prepared
for
it
that
my
heart
did
not
fail
in
the
least
.
I
drew
my
knife
from
my
pocket
again
,
opened
it
,
and
made
ready
to
strike
.
The
man
in
the
mantle
advanced
towards
me
,
but
as
he
drew
near
I
saw
that
he
had
a
weapon
in
his
hand
.
I
was
afraid
,
not
of
a
struggle
,
but
of
a
failure
.
When
he
was
only
a
few
paces
from
me
,
I
saw
that
what
I
had
taken
for
a
weapon
was
only
a
spade
.
I
was
still
unable
to
divine
for
what
reason
M.
de
Villefort
had
this
spade
in
his
hands
,
when
he
stopped
close
to
the
thicket
where
I
was
,
glanced
round
,
and
began
to
dig
a
hole
in
the
earth
.
I
then
perceived
that
he
was
hiding
something
under
his
mantle
,
which
he
laid
on
the
grass
in
order
to
dig
more
freely
.
Then
,
I
confess
,
curiosity
mingled
with
hatred
;
I
wished
to
see
what
Villefort
was
going
to
do
there
,
and
I
remained
motionless
,
holding
my
breath
.
Then
an
idea
crossed
my
mind
,
which
was
confirmed
when
I
saw
the
procureur
lift
from
under
his
mantle
a
box
,
two
feet
long
,
and
six
or
eight
inches
deep
.
I
let
him
place
the
box
in
the
hole
he
had
made
,
then
,
while
he
stamped
with
his
feet
to
remove
all
traces
of
his
occupation
,
I
rushed
on
him
and
plunged
my
knife
into
his
breast
,
exclaiming
--
'
I
am
Giovanni
Bertuccio
;
thy
death
for
my
brother
's
;
thy
treasure
for
his
widow
;
thou
seest
that
my
vengeance
is
more
complete
than
I
had
hoped
.
'
I
know
not
if
he
heard
these
words
;
I
think
he
did
not
,
for
he
fell
without
a
cry
.
I
felt
his
blood
gush
over
my
face
,
but
I
was
intoxicated
,
I
was
delirious
,
and
the
blood
refreshed
,
instead
of
burning
me
.
In
a
second
I
had
disinterred
the
box
;
then
,
that
it
might
not
be
known
I
had
done
so
,
I
filled
up
the
hole
,
threw
the
spade
over
the
wall
,
and
rushed
through
the
door
,
which
I
double-locked
,
carrying
off
the
key
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
"
it
seems
to
me
this
was
nothing
but
murder
and
robbery
.
"
"
No
,
your
excellency
,
"
returned
Bertuccio
;
"
it
was
a
vendetta
followed
by
restitution
.
"
"
And
was
the
sum
a
large
one
?
"
"
It
was
not
money
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
recollect
,
"
replied
the
count
;
"
did
you
not
say
something
of
an
infant
?
"
"
Yes
,
excellency
;
I
hastened
to
the
river
,
sat
down
on
the
bank
,
and
with
my
knife
forced
open
the
lock
of
the
box
.
In
a
fine
linen
cloth
was
wrapped
a
new-born
child
.
Its
purple
visage
,
and
its
violet-colored
hands
showed
that
it
had
perished
from
suffocation
,
but
as
it
was
not
yet
cold
,
I
hesitated
to
throw
it
into
the
water
that
ran
at
my
feet
.
After
a
moment
I
fancied
that
I
felt
a
slight
pulsation
of
the
heart
,
and
as
I
had
been
assistant
at
the
hospital
at
Bastia
,
I
did
what
a
doctor
would
have
done
--
I
inflated
the
lungs
by
blowing
air
into
them
,
and
at
the
expiration
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
it
began
to
breathe
,
and
cried
feebly
.
In
my
turn
I
uttered
a
cry
,
but
a
cry
of
joy
.
'
God
has
not
cursed
me
then
,
'
I
cried
,
'
since
he
permits
me
to
save
the
life
of
a
human
creature
,
in
exchange
for
the
life
I
have
taken
away
.
'
"
"
And
what
did
you
do
with
the
child
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
.
