lled, as a death sentence would probably be g

ero, let fall the weighty words: "My father is the royal district-attorney, Monsieur Villefort." Unconsciously all eyes were turned to the ministerial box,

changed so much in three months. When they had seen Cavalcanti Benedetto last, he was the type of a parlor hero, and f

led with life, were now dim. The small, finely formed hands were meekly crossed over

seat. Benedetto bowed deeply, and sa

and whispered a few encouraging words to him. Benedett

have merc

p to Chateau-Renaud. "Benedetto has beco

the murder of Caderousse, the robbery in the Count of Monte-Cristo's house, the revelations made by the priso

the judge, in a soft voic

former bandit in a modest

of the murder

owledge my guilt." And burying his face in

is the rascal playing

enaud, "the proceedings a

l questions put to hi

ner, and bow to the justice of the p

d, the antecedents of the prisoner were very bad, and the counterfeiter

tnesses," sa

te-Cristo," c

e ans

urposely left out the title of count), "who is interested in this trial

rict-attorney look

s twirl of his lips, "has sold his property in

e judge; "we shall attend to Monsie

ad called for help, were not slow in coming forward. Their testimony was short and p

to say, prisoner?

e unfortunately tell the tru

nd the room. When all was ca

oirtier de

if electrified, "are they going to be so cruel

hought it necessary to call Monsieur de Villefort, although in the present state of his heal

as opened, and Monsieur de Vill