thinking myself guilty of a crime, I believe I do society a kindness.
Now, if you are mad and try to bite me, I will kill you without pity. Is
it my fault that your father has dishonored himself?"
"Yes, miserable wretch!" cried Morcerf, "it is your fault." Danglars
retreated a few steps. "My fault?" said he; "you must be mad! What do
I know of the Grecian affair? Have I travelled in that country? Did I
advise your father to sell the castle of Yanina--to betray"--
"Silence!" said Albert, with a thundering voice. "No; it is not you who
have directly made this exposure and brought this sorrow on us, but you
hypocritically provoked it."
"I?"
"Yes; you! How came it known?"
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