Граф Монте-Кристо

The Promise.

           Heturnedback,adoorpartlyopenenabledhimtoseehisroad,andtohearthevoiceofoneinsorrow.Hepushedthedooropenandentered.Attheotherendoftheroom,underawhitesheetwhichcoveredit,laythecorpse,stillmorealarmingtoMorrelsincetheaccounthehadsounexpectedlyoverheard.Byitsside,onherknees,andwithherheadburiedinthecushionofaneasy-chair,wasValentine,tremblingandsobbing,herhandsextendedaboveherhead,claspedandstiff.Shehadturnedfromthewindow,whichremainedopen,andwasprayinginaccentsthatwouldhaveaffectedthemostunfeeling;herwordswererapid,incoherent,unintelligible,fortheburningweightofgriefalmoststoppedherutterance.Themoonshiningthroughtheopenblindsmadethelampappeartoburnpaler,andcastasepulchralhueoverthewholescene.Morrelcouldnotresistthis;hewasnotexemplaryforpiety,hewasnoteasilyimpressed,butValentinesuffering,weeping,wringingherhandsbeforehim,wasmorethanhecouldbearinsilence.Hesighed,andwhisperedaname,andtheheadbathedintearsandpressedonthevelvetcushionofthechairaheadlikethatofaMagdalenbyCorreggiowasraisedandturnedtowardshim.Valentineperceivedhimwithoutbetrayingtheleastsurprise.Aheartoverwhelmedwithonegreatgriefisinsensibletominoremotions.Morrelheldouthishandtoher.Valentine,asheronlyapologyfornothavingmethim,pointedtothecorpseunderthesheet,andbegantosobagain.Neitherdaredforsometimetospeakinthatroom.

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