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The
doctor
was
right
;
steps
were
heard
in
the
passage
.
M.
d'Avrigny
opened
the
door
,
and
took
from
the
hands
of
the
chambermaid
a
cup
which
contained
two
or
three
spoonfuls
of
the
syrup
,
he
then
carefully
closed
the
door
"
Look
,
"
said
he
to
the
procureur
,
whose
heart
beat
so
loudly
that
it
might
almost
be
heard
,
"
here
is
in
this
cup
some
syrup
of
violets
,
and
this
decanter
contains
the
remainder
of
the
lemonade
of
which
M.
Noirtier
and
Barrois
partook
.
If
the
lemonade
be
pure
and
inoffensive
,
the
syrup
will
retain
its
color
;
if
,
on
the
contrary
,
the
lemonade
be
drugged
with
poison
,
the
syrup
will
become
green
.
Look
closely
!
"
The
doctor
then
slowly
poured
some
drops
of
the
lemonade
from
the
decanter
into
the
cup
,
and
in
an
instant
a
light
cloudy
sediment
began
to
form
at
the
bottom
of
the
cup
;
this
sediment
first
took
a
blue
shade
,
then
from
the
color
of
sapphire
it
passed
to
that
of
opal
,
and
from
opal
to
emerald
.
Arrived
at
this
last
hue
,
it
changed
no
more
.
The
result
of
the
experiment
left
no
doubt
whatever
on
the
mind
.
"
The
unfortunate
Barrois
has
been
poisoned
,
"
said
d'Avrigny
,
"
and
I
will
maintain
this
assertion
before
God
and
man
.
"
Villefort
said
nothing
,
but
he
clasped
his
hands
,
opened
his
haggard
eyes
,
and
,
overcome
with
his
emotion
,
sank
into
a
chair
.
M.
D'Avrigny
soon
restored
the
magistrate
to
consciousness
,
who
had
looked
like
a
second
corpse
in
that
chamber
of
death
.
"
Oh
,
death
is
in
my
house
!
"
cried
Villefort
.
"
Say
,
rather
,
crime
!
"
replied
the
doctor
.
"
M.
d'Avrigny
,
"
cried
Villefort
,
"
I
can
not
tell
you
all
I
feel
at
this
moment
--
terror
,
grief
,
madness
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
M.
d'Avrigny
,
with
an
imposing
calmness
,
"
but
I
think
it
is
now
time
to
act
.
I
think
it
is
time
to
stop
this
torrent
of
mortality
.
I
can
no
longer
bear
to
be
in
possession
of
these
secrets
without
the
hope
of
seeing
the
victims
and
society
generally
revenged
.
"
Villefort
cast
a
gloomy
look
around
him
.
"
In
my
house
,
"
murmured
he
,
"
in
my
house
!
"
"
Come
,
magistrate
,
"
said
M.
d'Avrigny
,
"
show
yourself
a
man
;
as
an
interpreter
of
the
law
,
do
honor
to
your
profession
by
sacrificing
your
selfish
interests
to
it
.
"
"
You
make
me
shudder
,
doctor
.
Do
you
talk
of
a
sacrifice
?
"
