The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Yes." A groan from Barrois, accompanied by a yawn which seemed to crack
the very jawbones, attracted the attention of M. d'Avrigny; he left M.
Noirtier, and returned to the sick man. "Barrois," said the doctor, "can
you speak?" Barrois muttered a few unintelligible words. "Try and make
an effort to do so, my good man." said d'Avrigny. Barrois reopened his
bloodshot eyes. "Who made the lemonade?"

"I did."

"Did you bring it to your master directly it was made?"

"No."

"You left it somewhere, then, in the meantime?"

"Yes; I left it in the pantry, because I was called away."