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"
What
can
you
mean
?
"
asked
Madame
Danglars
,
shuddering
.
"
I
mean
that
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
,
digging
underneath
these
trees
,
found
neither
skeleton
nor
chest
,
because
neither
of
them
was
there
!
"
"
Neither
of
them
there
?
"
repeated
Madame
Danglars
,
her
staring
,
wide-open
eyes
expressing
her
alarm
.
"
Neither
of
them
there
!
"
she
again
said
,
as
though
striving
to
impress
herself
with
the
meaning
of
the
words
which
escaped
her
.
"
No
,
"
said
Villefort
,
burying
his
face
in
his
hands
,
"
no
,
a
hundred
times
no
!
"
"
Then
you
did
not
bury
the
poor
child
there
,
sir
?
Why
did
you
deceive
me
?
Where
did
you
place
it
?
tell
me
--
where
?
"
"
There
!
But
listen
to
me
--
listen
--
and
you
will
pity
me
who
has
for
twenty
years
alone
borne
the
heavy
burden
of
grief
I
am
about
to
reveal
,
without
casting
the
least
portion
upon
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
frighten
me
!
But
speak
;
I
will
listen
.
"
"
You
recollect
that
sad
night
,
when
you
were
half-expiring
on
that
bed
in
the
red
damask
room
,
while
I
,
scarcely
less
agitated
than
you
,
awaited
your
delivery
.
The
child
was
born
,
was
given
to
me
--
motionless
,
breathless
,
voiceless
;
we
thought
it
dead
.
"
Madame
Danglars
moved
rapidly
,
as
though
she
would
spring
from
her
chair
,
but
Villefort
stopped
,
and
clasped
his
hands
as
if
to
implore
her
attention
.
"
We
thought
it
dead
,
"
he
repeated
;
"
I
placed
it
in
the
chest
,
which
was
to
take
the
place
of
a
coffin
;
I
descended
to
the
garden
,
I
dug
a
hole
,
and
then
flung
it
down
in
haste
.
Scarcely
had
I
covered
it
with
earth
,
when
the
arm
of
the
Corsican
was
stretched
towards
me
;
I
saw
a
shadow
rise
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
a
flash
of
light
.
I
felt
pain
;
I
wished
to
cry
out
,
but
an
icy
shiver
ran
through
my
veins
and
stifled
my
voice
;
I
fell
lifeless
,
and
fancied
myself
killed
.
Never
shall
I
forget
your
sublime
courage
,
when
,
having
returned
to
consciousness
,
I
dragged
myself
to
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
and
you
,
almost
dying
yourself
,
came
to
meet
me
.
We
were
obliged
to
keep
silent
upon
the
dreadful
catastrophe
.
You
had
the
fortitude
to
regain
the
house
,
assisted
by
your
nurse
.
A
duel
was
the
pretext
for
my
wound
.
Though
we
scarcely
expected
it
,
our
secret
remained
in
our
own
keeping
alone
.
I
was
taken
to
Versailles
;
for
three
months
I
struggled
with
death
;
at
last
,
as
I
seemed
to
cling
to
life
,
I
was
ordered
to
the
South
.
Four
men
carried
me
from
Paris
to
Chalons
,
walking
six
leagues
a
day
;
Madame
de
Villefort
followed
the
litter
in
her
carriage
.
