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'
Foul
deeds
will
rise
,
Tho
'
all
the
earth
o'erwhelm
them
to
men
's
eyes
;
'
but
,
like
a
phosphoric
light
,
they
rise
but
to
mislead
.
The
story
has
been
told
by
the
Corsican
to
some
priest
,
who
in
his
turn
has
repeated
it
.
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
may
have
heard
it
,
and
to
enlighten
himself
--
but
why
should
he
wish
to
enlighten
himself
upon
the
subject
?
"
asked
Villefort
,
after
a
moment
's
reflection
,
"
what
interest
can
this
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
or
M.
Zaccone
--
son
of
a
shipowner
of
Malta
,
discoverer
of
a
mine
in
Thessaly
,
now
visiting
Paris
for
the
first
time
--
what
interest
,
I
say
,
can
he
take
in
discovering
a
gloomy
,
mysterious
,
and
useless
fact
like
this
?
However
,
among
all
the
incoherent
details
given
to
me
by
the
Abbe
Busoni
and
by
Lord
Wilmore
,
by
that
friend
and
that
enemy
,
one
thing
appears
certain
and
clear
in
my
opinion
--
that
in
no
period
,
in
no
case
,
in
no
circumstance
,
could
there
have
been
any
contact
between
him
and
me
.
"
But
Villefort
uttered
words
which
even
he
himself
did
not
believe
.
He
dreaded
not
so
much
the
revelation
,
for
he
could
reply
to
or
deny
its
truth
;
--
he
cared
little
for
that
mene
,
tekel
,
upharsin
,
which
appeared
suddenly
in
letters
of
blood
upon
the
wall
;
--
but
what
he
was
really
anxious
for
was
to
discover
whose
hand
had
traced
them
.
While
he
was
endeavoring
to
calm
his
fears
--
and
instead
of
dwelling
upon
the
political
future
that
had
so
often
been
the
subject
of
his
ambitious
dreams
,
was
imagining
a
future
limited
to
the
enjoyments
of
home
,
in
fear
of
awakening
the
enemy
that
had
so
long
slept
--
the
noise
of
a
carriage
sounded
in
the
yard
,
then
he
heard
the
steps
of
an
aged
person
ascending
the
stairs
,
followed
by
tears
and
lamentations
,
such
as
servants
always
give
vent
to
when
they
wish
to
appear
interested
in
their
master
's
grief
.
He
drew
back
the
bolt
of
his
door
,
and
almost
directly
an
old
lady
entered
,
unannounced
,
carrying
her
shawl
on
her
arm
,
and
her
bonnet
in
her
hand
.
The
white
hair
was
thrown
back
from
her
yellow
forehead
,
and
her
eyes
,
already
sunken
by
the
furrows
of
age
,
now
almost
disappeared
beneath
the
eyelids
swollen
with
grief
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
"
she
said
;
"
oh
,
sir
,
what
a
misfortune
!
I
shall
die
of
it
;
oh
,
yes
,
I
shall
certainly
die
of
it
!
"
And
then
,
falling
upon
the
chair
nearest
the
door
,
she
burst
into
a
paroxysm
of
sobs
.
The
servants
,
standing
in
the
doorway
,
not
daring
to
approach
nearer
,
were
looking
at
Noirtier
's
old
servant
,
who
had
heard
the
noise
from
his
master
's
room
,
and
run
there
also
,
remaining
behind
the
others
.
Villefort
rose
,
and
ran
towards
his
mother-inlaw
,
for
it
was
she
.
"
Why
,
what
can
have
happened
?
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
what
has
thus
disturbed
you
?
Is
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
with
you
?
"
"
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
is
dead
,
"
answered
the
old
marchioness
,
without
preface
and
without
expression
;
she
appeared
to
be
stupefied
.
Villefort
drew
back
,
and
clasping
his
hands
together
,
exclaimed
--
"
Dead
!
--
so
suddenly
?
"
"
A
week
ago
,
"
continued
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
"
we
went
out
together
in
the
carriage
after
dinner
.
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
had
been
unwell
for
some
days
;
still
,
the
idea
of
seeing
our
dear
Valentine
again
inspired
him
with
courage
,
and
notwithstanding
his
illness
he
would
leave
.
At
six
leagues
from
Marseilles
,
after
having
eaten
some
of
the
lozenges
he
is
accustomed
to
take
,
he
fell
into
such
a
deep
sleep
,
that
it
appeared
to
me
unnatural
;
still
I
hesitated
to
wake
him
,
although
I
fancied
that
his
face
was
flushed
,
and
that
the
veins
of
his
temples
throbbed
more
violently
than
usual
.
However
,
as
it
became
dark
,
and
I
could
no
longer
see
,
I
fell
asleep
;
I
was
soon
aroused
by
a
piercing
shriek
,
as
from
a
person
suffering
in
his
dreams
,
and
he
suddenly
threw
his
head
back
violently
.
I
called
the
valet
,
I
stopped
the
postilion
,
I
spoke
to
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
I
applied
my
smelling-salts
;
but
all
was
over
,
and
I
arrived
at
Aix
by
the
side
of
a
corpse
.
"
Villefort
stood
with
his
mouth
half
open
,
quite
stupefied
.
