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This is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org Reading by robin Cotter, Toronto, Ontario October 2006 The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas chapter 111 Expiation Notwithstanding the density of the crowd, Messiah Deville for saw it open before him There was something so awe-inspiring In great afflictions that even in the worst times the first emotion of a crowd Has generally been to sympathize with the sufferer in a great catastrophe? Many people have been assassinated in a tumult, but even criminals have rarely been insulted during trial Thus veal for passed through the mass of spectators and officers of the Palais and withdrew Though he had acknowledged his guilt. He was protected by his grief There are some situations, which men understand by instinct, but which reason is powerless to explain in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives a pterence to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listen to an entire poem and When the sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime It would be difficult to describe the state of stupor in which feel for left the palais every pulse beat with feverish excitement every nerve was strained every vein swollen and every part of his body seemed to suffer distinctly from the rest thus multiplying his agony a thousandfold He made his way along the corridors through force of habit He threw aside his Magisterial robe not out of deference to etiquette but because it was an unbearable burden a veritable garb of necess and satan in torture Having staggered as far as the rudolf een He perceived his carriage awoke his sleeping coachman by opening the door himself threw himself on the cushions and pointed towards the Faubourg st. On the WHA The carriage drove on the weight of his fallen fortunes seemed suddenly to crush him. He could not foresee the consequences He could not contemplate the future with the indifference of the hardened criminal who merely faces a contingency already familiar God was still in his heart God he murmured not knowing what to say God God Behind the event that had overwhelmed him he saw the hand of God the carriage rolled rapidly onward veal for while turning restlessly on the cushions felt something pressed against him He put out his hand to remove the object. It was a fan. Which madame de villefort left and the carriage This fan awakened a recollection which darted through his mind like lightning. He thought of his wife oh He exclaimed as though a red-hot iron were piercing his heart During the last hour his own crime had alone been presented to his mind now another object not less terrible suddenly presented itself his wife He had just acted the inexorable judge with her. He had condemned her to death and she crushed by remorse Struck with terror covered with the shame inspired by the eloquence of his irreproachable virtue She a poor weak woman Without help or the power of defending herself against his absolute and supreme will she might at that very moment perhaps be preparing to die an Hour had elapsed since her condemnation at that moment doubtless she was recalling all her crimes to her memory she Was asking pardon for her sins perhaps she was even writing a letter imploring forgiveness from her virtuous husband a forgiveness she was purchasing with her death veal for again groaned with anguish and despair Ah He exclaimed that woman became criminal only from associating with me I carried the infection of crime with me And she has caught it as she would the typhus fever the cholera the plague and yet I have punished her I have dared to tell her I Repent and die But know she must not die she shall live and with me We will flee from Paris and go as far as the earth reaches. I told her of the scaffold. Oh heavens I forgot that it awaits me also How could I pronounce that word? Yes, we will fly. I will confess all to her. I will tell her daily that I also have committed a crime. Oh What an alliance the tiger and the serpent worthy wife of such as I am? she must live that my infamy may diminish hers and veal for dashed open the window in front of the carriage Faster faster he cried in a tone which electrified the coachman the horses impelled by fear flew towards the house Yes, yes Repeated vil for as he approached his home Yes that woman must live she must repent and educate my son the sole survivor With the exception of the indestructible old man of the wreck of my house She loves him it was for his sake she has committed these crimes we ought never to despair of softening the heart of a mother who loves her child she Will repent and no one will know that she has been guilty the events which have taken place in my house Though they now occupy the public mind will be forgotten in time Or if indeed a few enemies should persist in remembering them Why then I will add them to my list of crimes What will it signify if one two or three more are added? My wife and child shall escape from this gulf Carrying treasures with them she will live and may yet be happy since her child in whom all her love is centred will be with her I Shall have performed a good action And my heart will be lighter and the procurer breathe more freely than he had done for some time The carriage stopped at the door of the house Viel four leaped out of the carriage and saw that his servants were surprised at his early return He could read no other expression on their features Neither of them spoke to him They merely stood aside to let him pass by as usual nothing more as he passed by misschien Watch’s room. He perceived two figures through the half-open door But he experienced no curiosity to know who was visiting his father anxiety carried him on further Come he said as he ascended the stairs leading to his wife’s room nothing has changed here He then closed the door of the landing no one must disturb us He said I must speak freely to her accuse myself and say He approached the door touched the crystal handle which yielded to his hand Not locked. He cried that is well and He entered the little room in which Edward slept for though the child went to school during the day His mother could not allow him to be separated from her at night With a single glance veal fours I ran through the room not here. He said Doubtless she is in her bedroom He rushed towards the door found it bolted and stopped shuttering Heloise he cried he fancied he heard the sound of a piece of furniture being removed Heloise He repeated who was there Answered the voice of her he sought he thought that voice more feeble than usual opened the door cried feel for Open it is I but notwithstanding this request Notwithstanding the tone of anguish in which it was uttered the door remained closed Veal for burst it open with a violent blow at the entrance of the room which led to her boudoir Madame de Vil for was standing erect pale her features contracted and her eyes glaring horribly Ha Louise ha Louise. He said what is the matter speak? The young woman extended her stiff white hands towards him it is done, Monsieur She said with a rattling noise, which seemed to tear her throat What more do you want and she fell full length on the floor? Vo4 ran to her and seized her hand which convulsively clasped a crystal bottle with a golden stopper Madame de vil for was dead Veal for maddened with horror stepped back to the threshold of the door Fixing his eyes and the corpse My son he exclaimed suddenly where’s my son? Edward Edward and he rushed out of the room still crying Edward Edward The name was pronounced in such a tone of anguish that the servants ran out. Where’s my son? Asked feel for let him be removed from the house that he may not see Master Edward is not downstairs sir replied the valet then he must be playing in the garden go and see No, sir Madame de Ville for sent for him half an hour ago. He went into her room and has not been downstairs since a cold perspiration burst out on Ville fours brow His legs trembled and his thoughts flew about madly in his brain like the wheels of a disordered watch in Madame de Villefort’s room he murmured and slowly returned with one hand wiping his forehead and with the other supporting himself against the wall To enter the room he must again see the body of his unfortunate wife To call Edward he must really kin the echo of that room which now appeared like a Sepulchre To speak seemed like violating the Silence of the tomb His tongue was paralysed in his mouth Edward he stammered Edward the child did not answer Where then could he be if he had entered his mother’s room and not since returned He stepped forward The corpse of Madame de Ville for was stretched across the doorway leading to the room in which Edward must be those glaring eyes seemed to watch over the threshold and the lips bore the stamp of a terrible and mysterious irony Through the open door was visible a portion of the boudoir containing an upright piano and a blue satin couch Via four stepped forward two or three paces and beheld his child lying no doubt asleep on the sofa The unhappy man uttered an exclamation of joy a ray of light Seemed to penetrate the abyss of despair and darkness He had only to step over the corpse enter the boudoir take the child in his arms and flee far far away Vo4 was no longer the civilized man. He was a tiger hurt unto death Gnashing his teeth in his wound he no longer feared realities, but phantoms He leaped over the corpse as if it had been a burning brazier He took the child in his arms embraced him shook him called him, but the child made no response He pressed his burning lips to the cheeks, but they were icy cold and pale He felt the stiffened limbs He pressed his hand upon the heart But it no longer beat the child was dead a folded paper fell from Edwards breast veal for Thunderstruck fell upon his knees the child dropped from his arms and rolled on the floor by the side of its mother he picked up the paper and Recognizing his wife’s writing ran his eyes rapidly over its contents it ran as follows You know that I was a good mother Since it was for my son’s sake I became criminal a good mother cannot depart without her son Vo4 could not believe his eyes. He could not believe his reason he dragged himself towards the child’s body and Examined it as a lioness contemplates. It’s dead cub Then a piercing cry scaped from his breast and he cried still the hand of God the Presence of the two victims alarmed him he could not bear solitude shared only by two corpses Until then he had been sustained by rage by the strength of mind by despair by the supreme agony, which led the Titans to scale the heavens and Ajax to defy the gods he now arose his head bowed beneath the weight of grief and Shaking his damp disheveled hair He who had never felt compassion for anyone Determined to seek his father that he might have someone to whom he could relate his misfortunes Someone by whose side he might weep He descended the little staircase with which we are acquainted and entered nor RTA’s room The old man appeared to be listening attentively and as affectionately as his infirmities would allow To the abbe busoni who looked cold and calm as usual viel for perceiving the abbe a passed his hand across his brow he Recollected the call he had made upon him after the dinner at O’Toole And then the visit the abbe a had himself paid to his house on the day of Valentine’s death You here, sir he exclaimed. Do you then never appear but to act as an escort to death? Busoni turned around and perceiving the excitement depicted on the magistrates face the savage luster of his eyes He understood that the revelation had been made at the Assizes but beyond this he was ignorant I came to pray over the body of your daughter and Now why are you here? I come to tell you that you have sufficiently repaid your debt and that from this moment I will pray to God to forgive you as I do Good heavens exclaimed vil for stepping back fearfully Surely that is not the voice of the abbe Busoni No The abbe a threw off his wig shook his head and his hair No longer confined fell in black masses around his manly face It is the face of The Count of Monte Cristo exclaimed the procurer with a haggard expression You are not exactly right, Monsieur procurer You must go farther back That voice that voice where did I first hear it? You heard it for the first time at Marseilles Twenty-three years ago the day of your marriage with Mademoiselle de saint-meran refer to your papers You are not Busan. Eh you are not Monte Cristo. Oh, heavens you are then some secret Implacable and mortal enemy. I must have wronged you in some way and Marseilles. Oh woe to me Yes, you are now on the right path said the count crossing his arms over his broad chest Search search But what have I done to you? exclaimed viel for whose mind was balancing between reason and insanity In that cloud, which is neither a dream nor Reality what have I done to you tell me then speak? You condemned me to a horrible tedious death You killed my father You deprived me of Liberty of love and happiness Who are you then? Who are you? I am the spectre of a wretch you buried in the dungeons of the Chateau d’If God gave that Specter the form of The Count of Monte Cristo When he at length issued from his tomb Enriched him with gold and diamonds and led him to you I Recognized you I recognized you exclaimed the King’s attorney you are I am Edmond Dantes You are Edmond Dantes Cried Vil for seizing the count by the rest then come here and up the stairs. He dragged Monte Cristo Who ignorant of what had happened? Followed him in astonishment for seeing some new catastrophe There at maan Dantas he said pointing to the bodies of his wife and child See are you well avenged? Monte Cristo became pale at this horrible sight He felt that he had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance and that he could no longer say God is for and with me With an expression of indescribable anguish he threw himself upon the body of the child Reopened its eyes felt its pulse and then rushed with him into Valentin’s room of which he double locked the door My child cried Ville for he carries away the body of my child ho curses Whoa death to you as he tried to follow Monte Cristo, but as though in a dream He was transfixed to the spot His eyes glared as though they were starting through the sockets He gripped the flesh on his chest until his nails were stained with blood the veins of his temple swelled and boiled as though they would burst their narrow boundary and Deluge his brain with living fire This lasted several minutes until the frightful overturn of Reason was Then uttering a loud cry followed by a burst of laughter. He rushed down the stairs a quarter of an hour afterwards the door of Valentine’s room opened and Monte Cristo reappeared Pale with a dull eye, and heavy heart all the noble features of that face Usually so calm and serene were overcast by grief in his arms He held the child whom no skill had been able to recall to life Bending on one knee he placed it reverently by the side of its mother with its head upon her breast then Rising he went out and meeting his servant on the stairs he asked Where is Monsieur de Vil for the servant instead of answering pointed to the garden? Monte Cristo ran down the steps and advancing towards the spot designated beheld veal for Encircled by his servants with a spade in his hand and digging the earth with fury It is not here. He cried. It is not here and Then he moved farther on and began again to dig Monte Cristo approached him and said in the low voice with an expression almost humble Sir you have indeed lost a son, but feel for interrupted him He had neither listened nor heard. Oh, I will find it. He cried you may pretend He is not here, but I will find him though. I dig forever Monte Cristo drew back in horror oh He said he is mad And as though he feared that the walls of the accursed house would crumble around him He rushed into the street for the first time doubting whether he had the right to do as he had done. Oh Enough of this enough of this. He cried. Let me save the last on Entering his house. He met Morell who? Wandered about like a ghost awaiting the heavenly mandate for return to the tomb Prepare yourself, Maximilian he said with a smile we leave Paris tomorrow Have you nothing more to do there ask Morel? No? replied Monte Cristo God grant I may not have done too much already The next day they indeed left accompanied only by baptistin Haidee had taken away Ali and bertuccio remained with Noirtier end of chapter 111

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