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"
Are
you
really
frightened
,
madame
?
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
sir
,
"
said
Madame
Danglars
;
"
but
you
suppose
scenes
in
a
manner
which
gives
them
the
appearance
of
reality
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
smiling
;
"
it
is
all
a
matter
of
imagination
.
Why
should
we
not
imagine
this
the
apartment
of
an
honest
mother
?
And
this
bed
with
red
hangings
,
a
bed
visited
by
the
goddess
Lucina
?
And
that
mysterious
staircase
,
the
passage
through
which
,
not
to
disturb
their
sleep
,
the
doctor
and
nurse
pass
,
or
even
the
father
carrying
the
sleeping
child
?
"
Here
Madame
Danglars
,
instead
of
being
calmed
by
the
soft
picture
,
uttered
a
groan
and
fainted
.
"
Madame
Danglars
is
ill
,
"
said
Villefort
;
"
it
would
be
better
to
take
her
to
her
carriage
.
"
"
Oh
,
mon
Dieu
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
and
I
have
forgotten
my
smelling-bottle
!
"
"
I
have
mine
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
;
and
she
passed
over
to
Monte
Cristo
a
bottle
full
of
the
same
kind
of
red
liquid
whose
good
properties
the
count
had
tested
on
Edward
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
taking
it
from
her
hand
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
at
your
advice
I
have
made
the
trial
.
"
"
And
have
you
succeeded
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
"
Madame
Danglars
was
carried
into
the
adjoining
room
;
Monte
Cristo
dropped
a
very
small
portion
of
the
red
liquid
upon
her
lips
;
she
returned
to
consciousness
.
"
Ah
,
"
she
cried
,
"
what
a
frightful
dream
!
"
