Volume I Part 5 (2/2)
Villefort put his hand to his forehead
”My son? And he is alive? It is impossible--my children were killed in ht of the 27th and 28th of Septe--that son I killed too”
”Yes, but he escaped death by a miracle, don't you know!”
”Ah, yes, I remember; it was no miracle; he owes his life to an atteht he was lifting up a treasure when he picked up the box containing the child”
”Then you acknowledge your son?”
Villefort laughed maliciously
”Yes, certainly he is my son Hoould he have been a counterfeiter and ht--the house in Auteuil, the napkin marked H; Villefort's son must become a murderer”
He stretched out his lean hand toward Benedetto and hissed ironically:
”You are ain”
”No, no,” gasped Benedetto; ”I have sinned terribly, but nothing on earth could ive you, and may God have h the roo voice:
”And you, too, ive If I could only have stammered your name and danced on your knee, I would never have beco was heard in the room and the veiled lady sank half unconscious in her seat Her coained consciousness he whispered in her ear:
”Prudence--or all is lost”
”Monsieur de Villefort,” said the judge soleed!
Whatever your faults have been God has ny laid his hand on Villefort's arm and wished to take his patient with hiorously and said, rather sharply:
”I do not wish to go yet, I have so,” said the judge, surprised
”Judge and gentlean, ”you have heard the contrite words of the man who is unfortunately my son Do not believe hie, warningly
”Oh, let me finish,” continued the ex-procureur du roi; ”I areat many whose reason is unclouded! You believe I would have co, it would have been the only good action of my life if I had freed the world of such a rascal and ives I, his father, ought to know hi a well-studied part Gentlehs on you is great When a tiger escapes froe, he is shot down Take the sword of justice and let it fall on his neck--I, the father of this man, ht ran through the rooot that a maniac stood before them, and only saw the district-attorney, who, like a second Brutus, delivered over his own son to the law Like the judgh the room, ”I move that he be condemned to death” As soon as the echo of the words died away, Villefort arose, and leaning on D'Avigny's are and slowly left the court-room