The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Have pity on Valentine! Listen--it is impossible! I would as willingly
accuse myself! Valentine, whose heart is pure as a diamond or a lily."

"No pity, procureur; the crime is fragrant. Mademoiselle herself packed
all the medicines which were sent to M. de Saint-Meran; and M. de
Saint-Meran is dead. Mademoiselle de Villefort prepared all the cooling
draughts which Madame de Saint-Meran took, and Madame de Saint-Meran is
dead. Mademoiselle de Villefort took from the hands of Barrois, who was
sent out, the lemonade which M. Noirtier had every morning, and he has
escaped by a miracle. Mademoiselle de Villefort is the culprit--she is
the poisoner! To you, as the king's attorney, I denounce Mademoiselle de
Villefort, do your duty."

"Doctor, I resist no longer--I can no longer defend myself--I believe
you; but, for pity's sake, spare my life, my honor!"

"M. de Villefort," replied the doctor, with increased vehemence, "there