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"
Everybody
is
ignorant
that
you
are
the
bearer
of
a
letter
from
the
Island
of
Elba
,
and
addressed
to
M.
Noirtier
?
"
"
Everybody
,
except
the
person
who
gave
it
to
me
.
"
"
And
that
was
too
much
,
far
too
much
,
"
murmured
Villefort
.
Villefort
's
brow
darkened
more
and
more
,
his
white
lips
and
clinched
teeth
filled
Dantes
with
apprehension
.
After
reading
the
letter
,
Villefort
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Dantes
timidly
,
"
what
is
the
matter
?
"
Villefort
made
no
answer
,
but
raised
his
head
at
the
expiration
of
a
few
seconds
,
and
again
perused
the
letter
.
"
And
you
say
that
you
are
ignorant
of
the
contents
of
this
letter
?
"
"
I
give
you
my
word
of
honor
,
sir
,
"
said
Dantes
;
"
but
what
is
the
matter
?
You
are
ill
--
shall
I
ring
for
assistance
?
--
shall
I
call
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Villefort
,
rising
hastily
;
"
stay
where
you
are
.
It
is
for
me
to
give
orders
here
,
and
not
you
.
"
"
Monsieur
,
"
replied
Dantes
proudly
,
"
it
was
only
to
summon
assistance
for
you
.
"
"
I
want
none
;
it
was
a
temporary
indisposition
.
Attend
to
yourself
;
answer
me
.
"
Dantes
waited
,
expecting
a
question
,
but
in
vain
.
Villefort
fell
back
on
his
chair
,
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
,
moist
with
perspiration
,
and
,
for
the
third
time
,
read
the
letter
.
