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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
What
a
wicked-looking
,
crooked
staircase
,
"
said
Chateau
--
Renaud
with
a
smile
.
"
I
do
not
know
whether
the
wine
of
Chios
produces
melancholy
,
but
certainly
everything
appears
to
me
black
in
this
house
,
"
said
Debray
.
Ever
since
Valentine
's
dowry
had
been
mentioned
,
Morrel
had
been
silent
and
sad
.
"
Can
you
imagine
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
some
Othello
or
Abbe
de
Ganges
,
one
stormy
,
dark
night
,
descending
these
stairs
step
by
step
,
carrying
a
load
,
which
he
wishes
to
hide
from
the
sight
of
man
,
if
not
from
God
?
"
Madame
Danglars
half
fainted
on
the
arm
of
Villefort
,
who
was
obliged
to
support
himself
against
the
wall
.
"
Ah
,
madame
,
"
cried
Debray
,
"
what
is
the
matter
with
you
?
how
pale
you
look
!
"
"
It
is
very
evident
what
is
the
matter
with
her
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
;
"
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
is
relating
horrible
stories
to
us
,
doubtless
intending
to
frighten
us
to
death
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Villefort
,
"
really
,
count
,
you
frighten
the
ladies
.
"
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
Debray
,
in
a
whisper
,
of
Madame
Danglars
.
"
Nothing
,
"
she
replied
with
a
violent
effort
.
"
I
want
air
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
Will
you
come
into
the
garden
?
"
said
Debray
,
advancing
towards
the
back
staircase
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
she
answered
,
"
I
would
rather
remain
here
.
"
