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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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"M," repeated Franz. The young man's finger glided over the words, but at each one Noirtier answered by a negative sign. Valentine hid her head between her hands. At length, Franz arrived at the word MYSELF.
M. Noirtier.
Yes!"
"You!" cried Franz, whose hair stood on end; "you, M. Noirtier!—you killed my father?"
"Yes," replied Noirtier, fixing a majestic look on the young man. Franz fell powerless on a chair; Villefort opened the door and escaped, for the idea had entered his mind to stifle the little remaining life in the heart of this terrible old man.
