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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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This
darkness
and
silence
alarmed
Morrel
still
more
than
Valentine
's
absence
had
done
.
Almost
mad
with
grief
,
and
determined
to
venture
everything
in
order
to
see
Valentine
once
more
,
and
be
certain
of
the
misfortune
he
feared
,
Morrel
gained
the
edge
of
the
clump
of
trees
,
and
was
going
to
pass
as
quickly
as
possible
through
the
flower-garden
,
when
the
sound
of
a
voice
,
still
at
some
distance
,
but
which
was
borne
upon
the
wind
,
reached
him
.
At
this
sound
,
as
he
was
already
partially
exposed
to
view
,
he
stepped
back
and
concealed
himself
completely
,
remaining
perfectly
motionless
.
He
had
formed
his
resolution
.
If
it
was
Valentine
alone
,
he
would
speak
as
she
passed
;
if
she
was
accompanied
,
and
he
could
not
speak
,
still
he
should
see
her
,
and
know
that
she
was
safe
;
if
they
were
strangers
,
he
would
listen
to
their
conversation
,
and
might
understand
something
of
this
hitherto
incomprehensible
mystery
.
The
moon
had
just
then
escaped
from
behind
the
cloud
which
had
concealed
it
,
and
Morrel
saw
Villefort
come
out
upon
the
steps
,
followed
by
a
gentleman
in
black
.
They
descended
,
and
advanced
towards
the
clump
of
trees
,
and
Morrel
soon
recognized
the
other
gentleman
as
Doctor
d'Avrigny
.
The
young
man
,
seeing
them
approach
,
drew
back
mechanically
,
until
he
found
himself
stopped
by
a
sycamore-tree
in
the
centre
of
the
clump
;
there
he
was
compelled
to
remain
.
Soon
the
two
gentlemen
stopped
also
.
"
Ah
,
my
dear
doctor
,
"
said
the
procureur
,
"
heaven
declares
itself
against
my
house
!
What
a
dreadful
death
--
what
a
blow
!
Seek
not
to
console
me
;
alas
,
nothing
can
alleviate
so
great
a
sorrow
--
the
wound
is
too
deep
and
too
fresh
!
Dead
,
dead
!
"
The
cold
sweat
sprang
to
the
young
man
's
brow
,
and
his
teeth
chattered
.
Who
could
be
dead
in
that
house
,
which
Villefort
himself
had
called
accursed
?
"
My
dear
M.
de
Villefort
,
"
replied
the
doctor
,
with
a
tone
which
redoubled
the
terror
of
the
young
man
,
"
I
have
not
led
you
here
to
console
you
;
on
the
contrary
"
--
"
What
can
you
mean
?
"
asked
the
procureur
,
alarmed
.
"
I
mean
that
behind
the
misfortune
which
has
just
happened
to
you
,
there
is
another
,
perhaps
,
still
greater
.
"
"
Can
it
be
possible
?
"
murmured
Villefort
,
clasping
his
hands
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
tell
me
?
"
"
Are
we
quite
alone
,
my
friend
?
"
"
Yes
,
quite
;
but
why
all
these
precautions
?
"
