THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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And she rose, with her hair disheveled, and her lips foaming. "Have you answered the question I put to you on entering the room? Where do you keep the poison you generally use, madame?" Madame de Villefort raised her arms to heaven, and convulsively struck one hand against the other.
Where Do You Keep Your Poison.
"No, no!" she vociferated, "no, you cannot wish that!"
"What I do not wish, madame, is, that you should perish on the scaffold. Do you understand?" asked Villefort.
"Oh, mercy, mercy, sir!"
