Граф Монте-Кристо

The Lemonade.

           "

           Villefortdrewbackafewsteps,and,claspinghishands,exclaimed,withrealamazementandsympathy,"Dead?andsosoontoo!"

           "Yes,itisverysoon,"saidthedoctor,lookingatthecorpsebeforehim;"butthatoughtnottoastonishyou;MonsieurandMadamedeSaint–Merandiedassoon.Peopledieverysuddenlyinyourhouse,M.deVillefort."

           "What?"criedthemagistrate,withanaccentofhorrorandconsternation,"areyoustillharpingonthatterribleidea?"

           "Still,sir;andIshallalwaysdoso,"repliedd’Avrigny,"forithasneverforoneinstantceasedtoretainpossessionofmymind;andthatyoumaybequitesureIamnotmistakenthistime,listenwelltowhatIamgoingtosay,M.deVillefort."Themagistratetrembledconvulsively."Thereisapoisonwhichdestroyslifealmostwithoutleavinganyperceptibletraces.Iknowitwell;Ihavestudieditinallitsformsandintheeffectswhichitproduces.IrecognizedthepresenceofthispoisoninthecaseofpoorBarroisaswellasinthatofMadamedeSaint–Meran.Thereisawayofdetectingitspresence.Itrestoresthebluecoloroflitmus-paperreddenedbyanacid,anditturnssyrupofvioletsgreen.Wehavenolitmus-paper,but,see,heretheycomewiththesyrupofviolets."

           Thedoctorwasright;stepswereheardinthepassage.M.d’Avrignyopenedthedoor,andtookfromthehandsofthechambermaidacupwhichcontainedtwoorthreespoonfulsofthesyrup,hethencarefullyclosedthedoor

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