Граф Монте-Кристо

Beauchamp.

           Doyouwishtheseproofs,theseattestations,whichIalonepossess,tobedestroyed?Doyouwishthisfrightfulsecrettoremainwithus?Confidedtome,itshallneverescapemylips;say,Albert,myfriend,doyouwishit?"

           AlbertthrewhimselfonBeauchamp’sneck."Ah,noblefellow!"criedhe.

           "Takethese,"saidBeauchamp,presentingthepaperstoAlbert.

           Albertseizedthemwithaconvulsivehand,toretheminpieces,andtremblinglesttheleastvestigeshouldescapeandonedayappeartoconfronthim,heapproachedthewax-light,alwayskeptburningforcigars,andburnedeveryfragment."Dear,excellentfriend,"murmuredAlbert,stillburningthepapers.

           "Letallbeforgottenasasorrowfuldream,"saidBeauchamp;"letitvanishasthelastsparksfromtheblackenedpaper,anddisappearasthesmokefromthosesilentashes."

           "Yes,yes,"saidAlbert,"andmaythereremainonlytheeternalfriendshipwhichIpromisedtomydeliverer,whichshallbetransmittedtoourchildren’schildren,andshallalwaysremindmethatIowemylifeandthehonorofmynametoyouforhadthisbeenknown,oh,Beauchamp,Ishouldhavedestroyedmyself;orno,mypoormother!IcouldnothavekilledherbythesameblowIshouldhavefledfrommycountry."

           "DearAlbert,"saidBeauchamp.Butthissuddenandfactitiousjoysoonforsooktheyoungman,andwassucceededbyastillgreatergrief.

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