‘Yes, Monsieur. Consider how the poor lad must be waiting, suffering and perhaps giving way to despair.’ Villefort shuddered at the idea of the prisoner cursing him in the darkness and silence, but he had gone too far to retreat. Dantès would have to be broken between the cogs of his ambition.
“That is true. Only think that perhaps this poor young man is pining in captivity."
Villefort shuttered at this picture: but he was too far gone to recede: Dantès must be crushed beneath the weight of Villefort’s ambition.
dude you are so dirty for that.
