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Villefort exclaimed, twisted his hands tightly, looked at the doctor with an air of entreaty, and then went on without mercy to say, "Go to France, find a suspect from a mercenary."
Doctor Villefort shouted, alas, doctor, how many times have the judiciary been taken in by this sentence? What do I know, but I think this crime is evil
So you admit that sin is in Luo
Yes, it did look at me too clearly, but I believe it was aimed at me alone, not the dead ones. After all these strange disasters, I am afraid that I will be attacked again
Oh, man, said Avrigny angrily, the most negative and selfish animal of all animals. He believes in the earth alone and rotates the sun. He shines alone and death strikes him. A man is like an ant cursing the emperor at the tip of a grass. Did those people lose their lives in vain, Mr. Saint-Milan, Mrs. Saint-Milan and Mr. Noirtier?
Why, Monsieur Noirtier?
But are you hurting that poor servant this time? No, no, he’s like Polonius spanlasssjj in Shakespeare’s play Hamlet who was killed by mistake. span is a whipping boy. Lemonade is for Noirtier. Logically speaking, drinking lemonade should be Noirtier’s. It was accidental that someone else drank it. Although Barros died, it was Noirtier who came to kill him.
What did my father drink and not die?
I told you in the garden on the night of Madame Saint-Milan’s death, because he was used to the poison, and no one knew anything about the assassination. In the past twelve months, I treated Mr. Noirtier with wooden turtle essence for his paralysis, and the assassination knew that he was convinced by experience that wooden turtle essence was a severe poison.
I murmured, twisting my hands.
Let’s take a look. Is that criminal a murderer? He killed Mr. Saint Milan first.
Oh, doctor
I swear it’s true. I heard about his illness. I saw with my own eyes that the two symptoms were so similar. Villefort stopped arguing and groaned-he first killed Mr. Saint-Milan, and then the doctor repeated that Mrs. Saint-Milan would inherit two properties.
Villefort wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead.
Listen carefully.
Alas, stammered Villefort, I didn’t miss a word
M. Noirtier, M. d ‘Avrigny went on to say in the same tone that M. Noirtier had made a will that was not good for you and your family, and he was going to donate his property to the poor. M. Noirtier was pardoned because he had nothing to look forward to, but once he destroyed his first will and made a second Shihou Zhang, he was afraid that he would change his mind again. The will was revised the day before yesterday, and I’m sure you also had a tight schedule.
Oh, have mercy, Monsieur d ‘Avrigny.
There is nothing to be merciful. Dr. Ge has a sacred life in the world. To fulfill that life, he has to explore the source of life and mysterious death. When sin happens, the emperor will be extremely angry, but if he turns around and ignores it, then the doctor should take the sinner to court
Have pity on my child, said Gevillefort lightly.
You see, you brought her first, not your father.
Have pity on Valentine. Listen to me. It’s impossible. I’d rather blame myself. Valentine has a diamond heart. She is like a pure daffodil.
There is nothing to be pitied about. The crime of the prosecutor’s office has become obvious. All the medicines sent to Mr. Saint-Milan were wrapped by the young lady, and Mr. Saint-Milan’s cold drinks were also made by Miss Villefort. Mrs. Saint-Milan also died. Mr. Noirtier drank lemonade every morning, although it was made by Barros, but he was temporarily taken away. Miss Villefort took over and took it to Mr. Noirtier. Fortunately, it is a miracle that Mr. Noirtier died. Miss Villefort is the suspect. She is the criminal prosecutor’s office.
Doctor, I’m no longer strong. I’m no longer defending myself. I believe you, but have mercy and spare my life and my reputation.
Dr. Villefort replied more and more angrily, I often make love commit a crime in spite of stupid human feelings, and I see that she is plotting a second crime. I will say, warn her to punish her and let her go to a monastery to cry and pray for the rest of her life. If she commits two crimes, I will say, Mr. Villefort, the criminal here doesn’t know poison. It is as quick as thought and as fast as lightning. Give her this poison. Give her soul to the emperor and save your reputation. Because her goal is to save your life. It’s you. I can imagine that she will come to your pillow with her fake smile and her sweet advice. If you don’t get ahead of me, Mr. Villefort, you will suffer. If she kills two, I will say that, but she has witnessed three deaths, deliberately murdered three people and approached three bodies. Send that criminal to the guillotine. Don’t you say that you want to protect your reputation? Do as I say. Immortal reputation is waiting for you.
Villefort knelt down to listen to me. He said, I admit that I am not as strong as you, or rather, I am false. This time, it is not my daughter Valentine, but your daughter Medellin. Your determination will be less strong, and the doctor’s face will suddenly turn white. Doctor, every woman is born to suffer and die. I would rather suffer and die.
Be careful, Mr. d ‘Avrigny said it might come slowly, and you will see it attack your wife or your son after attacking your father.
Villefort held the doctor’s arm tightly and was breathless with excitement. He said that he was too pitiful. Please help me. No, my daughter is guilty. You dragged our father and daughter to court. I still have to sayno. My daughter is guilty. There is no crime in my family. I don’t admit that a criminal in my family will not come alone like a god of death when a criminal walks into a room. Listen, if I am murdered, what does it matter to you? Are you my friend? Are you a person? Is your conscience? No, you are a doctor. Well, I tell you that I don’ I’m willing to drag my daughter to court. I don’t want to give her to the executioner. Just thinking about it is enough to kill me. It drives me crazy. My nails rip my heart out. You’re wrong. Doctor’s leave? That’s not my daughter. One day, I’ll be as white as a ghost and tell you that the executioner killed my daughter. What will you do then? Listen, that really happened. Mr. Avrigny, I’m a Christian. I’m going to kill it, too.
Well, after a moment of silence, the doctor said, I’ll wait and see. Villefort stared at him as if he didn’t understand him. In a slow and solemn tone, Mr. Avrigny continued to say that if your family is sick again, you feel that you have been attacked. Don’t come to me again because I won’t come again. I agree with you to keep this terrible secret, but I don’t want to add shame and regret to my conscience like adding guilt and pain to your family.
So you leave me alone, doctor
Because I can’t follow you any further, I can stop at the foot of the guillotine and take one step closer, and this terrible tragedy will come to an end and say goodbye.
I beg you, doctor.
My mood has been disturbed by all kinds of terrorist phenomena. I think your house is gloomy and terrible. I bid farewell to the pavilion.
One more word, doctor, I’m in a terrible situation, and it’s even worse after your disclosure. You left me, but how can I explain this poor old servant’s sudden death?
Yes, Monsieur d ‘Avrigny said to take me there.
The doctor left first, followed by M. Villefort, and a group of stunned servants gathered at the stairs of the corridor. This is the only way for doctors to pass by. Avrigny spoke loudly to Villefort, and everyone could hear that poor Barros has been living a quiet life recently. He used to follow his master around Europe with his horses and chariots, but recently he finally waited on him by the round-backed chair. This monotonous life killed him. His blood was too thick, his neck was short and thick, and this time he had a stroke. By the way, I came too late. By the way, he lowered his voice and paid attention to that cup of viola.
The doctor didn’t shake hands with Villefort, and he didn’t say a word, so he left in the family’s lamentation. That night, Villefort’s servants gathered in the kitchen to discuss for a long time, and finally told Mrs. Villefort that they were all leaving, pleading for higher wages, and they couldn’t keep them. No matter how you say, they kept saying that we had to leave because death had entered the room, and they all left at last. At the same time, they also said that they were reluctant to leave such a good host and housewife, especially Miss Valentine, so kind and kind. When they said these words
Then a strange thing happened. In this crying, he also looked at Madame de Villefort. He seemed to see her two thin lips pass an insidious smile, as if she were suddenly passing the stars from two clouds in a dark cloud.
Chapter 81 A retired baker
On the night when Count de Morcerf was snubbed by Danglars and left the banker’s residence in shame and anger, Mr. Andrea Cavalcanti walked into the vestibule of Danglars’ residence in Anding Avenue with curly hair and beautiful white gloves. After sitting in the living room for less than ten minutes, he pulled Danglars aside and dragged him to a convex window. He first said a clever preface about how much he missed and worried about him since his noble father left, and then he thanked the banker. His family treated him so well that they treated him as if he were their own nephew. Then he admitted that his enthusiasm had found a place to stay, and that place to stay was Miss Danglars. Danglars listened with great attention to this confession in recent days. Now he finally heard the excitement in his eyes. When listening to Morcerf’s speech, he bowed his head in a fresh contrast, but he was not willing to agree to the young man’s request at once. It seems a little bit like a young man, isn’t it, Mr. Andre?
Mr. Cavalcanti replied that in Italy, nobles usually get married very early, which is a very suitable custom. Life is so changeable that when happiness comes to us, we should seize it in time.
Well, Danglars said that it was a great honor for you to advise me, and my wife and daughter agreed. Who will handle the preliminary procedures? I think such an important negotiation should be met by both fathers
Ge’s father is a very prescient and prudent man. He thought that I might be willing to get married and start a family in France. When he left, he left me all those documents to prove my identity, and he also left a letter saying that if I chose to meet his wishes, he would allow me to make 150 thousand livres a year from the day I got married. I estimate that it accounts for about a quarter of my father’s annual income.
I, Danglars, said that I had already prepared to give my daughter a dowry of 500,000 francs, and she was my only daughter.
Well, Andrea said, you see, this is very good. If the false Baroness Danglars, Miss Eugenie, doesn’t refuse my proposal, we can get 175,000 livres a year. If I can persuade the Marquis to give me my gold, it may not be possible, but it is still possible that we will give you the two or three million, and once these two or three million are in the hands of an old hand, we will earn a penny.
I never give more than four percent interest to others, but I can give five percent to my son-in-law, and we can all share the profits.
Great, my father-in-law, Cavalcanti, said this sentence, which exposed his baseness. Although he tried his best to conceal it in a clever aristocratic manner, he still didn’t show it. He immediately said to himself, please forgive me. You see, I’m going crazy just because of hope. I don’t know what will happen if the false hope really comes true.