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"You see it is yourself who have first named her--you, her father"

"Have pity on Valentine! Listen--it is ily accuse myself! Valentine, whose heart is pure as a diarant Mademoiselle herself packed all the medicines which were sent to M de Saint-Meran; and M de Saint-Meran is dead Madehts which Madame de Saint-Meran took, and Madame de Saint-Meran is dead Mademoiselle de Villefort took from the hands of Barrois, as sent out, the le, and he has escaped by a miracle Mademoiselle de Villefort is the culprit--she is the poisoner! To you, as the king's attorney, I denounce Mademoiselle de Villefort, do your duty"

"Doctor, I resist no longer--I can no longer defend myself--I believe you; but, for pity's sake, spare my life, my honor!"

"M de Villefort," replied the doctor, with increased vehemence, "there are occasions when I dispense with all foolish huhter had co another, I would say 'Warn her, punish her, let her pass the re' If she had committed two crimes, I would say, 'Here, M de Villefort, is a poison that the prisoner is not acquainted with,--one that has no known antidote, quick as thought, rapid as lightning,her soul to God, and save your honor and your life, for it is yours she ai your pilloith her hypocritical smiles and her sweet exhortations Woe to you, M de Villefort, if you do not strike first!' This is what I would say had she only killed two persons but she has seen three deaths,--has contemplated three murdered persons,--has knelt by three corpses! To the scaffold with the poisoner--to the scaffold! Do you talk of your honor? Do what I tell you, and immortality awaits you!"

Villefort fell on his knees "Listen," said he; "I have not the strength of mind you have, or rather that which you would not have, if instead of hter Madeleine were concerned" The doctor turned pale "Doctor, every son of woman is born to suffer and to die; I am content to suffer and to await death"

"Beware," said M d'Avrigny, "itstruck your father, your wife, perhaps your son"

Villefort, suffocating, pressed the doctor's arhter is not guilty If you drag us both before a tribunal I will still say, 'No, uilty;--there is no crie a cri, it is like death--it does not conify to you if I am murdered? Are you my friend? Are you a man? Have you a heart? No, you are a physician! Well, I tell you I will not drag ive her up to the executioner! The bare idea would killer-nails! And if you were hter--if I should come one day, pale as a spectre, and say to you, 'Assassin, you have killed h I any, I should kill myself"