The Count of Monte Cristo

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"What then?" asked Hermine, trembling violently.

"Something more terrible, more fatal, more alarming for us--the child
was, perhaps, alive, and the assassin may have saved it!"

Madame Danglars uttered a piercing cry, and, seizing Villefort's hands,
exclaimed, "My child was alive?" said she; "you buried my child alive?
You were not certain my child was dead, and you buried it? Ah"--

Madame Danglars had risen, and stood before the procureur, whose hands
she wrung in her feeble grasp. "I know not; I merely suppose so, as I
might suppose anything else," replied Villefort with a look so fixed,
it indicated that his powerful mind was on the verge of despair and
madness. "Ah, my child, my poor child!" cried the baroness, falling
on her chair, and stifling her sobs in her handkerchief. Villefort,
becoming somewhat reassured, perceived that to avert the maternal storm
gathering over his head, he must inspire Madame Danglars with the terror