Граф Монте-Кристо

Expiation.

           Villefort,perceivingtheabbe,passedhishandacrosshisbrow.HerecollectedthecallhehadmadeuponhimafterthedinneratAuteuil,andthenthevisittheabbehadhimselfpaidtohishouseonthedayofValentine’sdeath."Youhere,sir!"heexclaimed;"doyou,then,neverappearbuttoactasanescorttodeath?"

           Busoniturnedaround,and,perceivingtheexcitementdepictedonthemagistrate’sface,thesavagelustreofhiseyes,heunderstoodthattherevelationhadbeenmadeattheassizes;butbeyondthishewasignorant."Icametoprayoverthebodyofyourdaughter."

           "Andnowwhyareyouhere?"

           "Icometotellyouthatyouhavesufficientlyrepaidyourdebt,andthatfromthismomentIwillpraytoGodtoforgiveyou,asIdo."

           "Goodheavens!"exclaimedVillefort,steppingbackfearfully,"surelythatisnotthevoiceoftheAbbeBusoni!"

           "No!"Theabbethrewoffhiswig,shookhishead,andhishair,nolongerconfined,fellinblackmassesaroundhismanlyface.

           "ItisthefaceoftheCountofMonteCristo!"exclaimedtheprocureur,withahaggardexpression.

           "Youarenotexactlyright,M.Procureur;youmustgofartherback."

           "Thatvoice,thatvoice!wheredidIfirsthearit?"

           "YouhearditforthefirsttimeatMarseilles,twenty-threeyearsago,thedayofyourmarriagewithMademoiselledeSaint–Meran.Refertoyourpapers.

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