Граф Монте-Кристо

The Judge.

           "

           "No,nooh,no!"

           "Well,madame,itwillbealaudableactiononyourpart,andIwillthankyouforit!"

           "Youwillthankmeforwhat?"

           "Forwhatyouhavejustsaid."

           "WhatdidIsay?Oh,mybrainwhirls;Inolongerunderstandanything.Oh,myGod,myGod!"Andsherose,withherhairdishevelled,andherlipsfoaming.

           "HaveyouansweredthequestionIputtoyouonenteringtheroom?wheredoyoukeepthepoisonyougenerallyuse,madame?"MadamedeVillefortraisedherarmstoheaven,andconvulsivelystruckonehandagainsttheother."No,no,"shevociferated,"no,youcannotwishthat!"

           "WhatIdonotwish,madame,isthatyoushouldperishonthescaffold.Doyouunderstand?"askedVillefort.

           "Oh,mercy,mercy,monsieur!"

           "WhatIrequireis,thatjusticebedone.Iamontheearthtopunish,madame,"headded,withaflamingglance;"anyotherwoman,wereitthequeenherself,Iwouldsendtotheexecutioner;buttoyouIshallbemerciful.ToyouIwillsay,‘Haveyounot,madame,putasidesomeofthesurest,deadliest,mostspeedypoison?’"

           "Oh,pardonme,sir;letmelive!"

           "Sheiscowardly,"saidVillefort.

           "ReflectthatIamyourwife!"

           "Youareapoisoner

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