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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Madame
Danglars
had
risen
,
and
stood
before
the
procureur
,
whose
hands
she
wrung
in
her
feeble
grasp
.
"
I
know
not
;
I
merely
suppose
so
,
as
I
might
suppose
anything
else
,
"
replied
Villefort
with
a
look
so
fixed
,
it
indicated
that
his
powerful
mind
was
on
the
verge
of
despair
and
madness
.
"
Ah
,
my
child
,
my
poor
child
!
"
cried
the
baroness
,
falling
on
her
chair
,
and
stifling
her
sobs
in
her
handkerchief
.
Villefort
,
becoming
somewhat
reassured
,
perceived
that
to
avert
the
maternal
storm
gathering
over
his
head
,
he
must
inspire
Madame
Danglars
with
the
terror
he
felt
.
"
You
understand
,
then
,
that
if
it
were
so
,
"
said
he
,
rising
in
his
turn
,
and
approaching
the
baroness
,
to
speak
to
her
in
a
lower
tone
,
"
we
are
lost
.
This
child
lives
,
and
some
one
knows
it
lives
--
some
one
is
in
possession
of
our
secret
;
and
since
Monte
Cristo
speaks
before
us
of
a
child
disinterred
,
when
that
child
could
not
be
found
,
it
is
he
who
is
in
possession
of
our
secret
.
"
"
Just
God
,
avenging
God
!
"
murmured
Madame
Danglars
.
Villefort
's
only
answer
was
a
stifled
groan
.
"
But
the
child
--
the
child
,
sir
?
"
repeated
the
agitated
mother
.
"
How
I
have
searched
for
him
,
"
replied
Villefort
,
wringing
his
hands
;
"
how
I
have
called
him
in
my
long
sleepless
nights
;
how
I
have
longed
for
royal
wealth
to
purchase
a
million
of
secrets
from
a
million
of
men
,
and
to
find
mine
among
them
!
At
last
,
one
day
,
when
for
the
hundredth
time
I
took
up
my
spade
,
I
asked
myself
again
and
again
what
the
Corsican
could
have
done
with
the
child
.
A
child
encumbers
a
fugitive
;
perhaps
,
on
perceiving
it
was
still
alive
,
he
had
thrown
it
into
the
river
.
"
"
Impossible
!
"
cried
Madame
Danglars
:
"
a
man
may
murder
another
out
of
revenge
,
but
he
would
not
deliberately
drown
a
child
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
continued
Villefort
,
"
he
had
put
it
in
the
foundling
hospital
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
,
"
cried
the
baroness
;
"
my
child
is
there
!
"
"
I
ran
to
the
hospital
,
and
learned
that
the
same
night
--
the
night
of
the
20th
of
September
--
a
child
had
been
brought
there
,
wrapped
in
part
of
a
fine
linen
napkin
,
purposely
torn
in
half
.
This
portion
of
the
napkin
was
marked
with
half
a
baron
's
crown
,
and
the
letter
H.
