[Vampiromud-bug-hunters] Scription which cured her." "Ah, ah!" said the doctor, "

[Hoppins Lungstrom]

 you are going to adopt a course of questions through which I cannot
follow you. I have an idea, which I will explain by and by, of making
an exception to the usual form of accusation. Allow me, then, if you
please, to

answer in different order, or I
will not do so at all." The astonished president looked at the jury,
who in turn looked at Villefort. The whole assembly manifested great
surprise, but Andrea appeared quite unmoved. "Your age?" said the
president; "will you answer that question?" "I will answer
that question, as well as the rest, Mr. President, but in its turn."
"Your age?" repeated the president. "I am twenty-one years old, or
rather I shall be in a few days, as I was born
the night of the 27th of September, 1817."
M. de Villefort, who was busy taking down some notes, raised his head
at the mention of this date. "Where were you born?" continued the
president. "At Auteuil, near Paris." M. de Villefort

a second time raised his head, looked at Benedetto as if he had been
gazing at the head

of Medusa, and became livid. As for Benedetto, he gracefully wiped his
lips with a fine
cambric pocket-handkerchief. "Your profession?" "First
I was a forger," answered Andrea, as calmly as possible; "then I became
a thief, and lately have become an assassin." A murmur, or rather
storm, of indignation burst from all parts of the assembly. The judges
themselves appeared to be stupefied, and the jury
manifested tokens of disgust for cynicism so unexpected in a man of
fashion. M. de Villefort pressed his hand upon his brow, which
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