Граф Монте-Кристо

The Departure.

           Nowmyworkisaccomplished,mymissionisterminated,nowthoucanstneitheraffordmepainnorpleasure.Adieu,Paris,adieu!"

           Hislookwanderedoverthevastplainlikethatofsomegeniusofthenight;hepassedhishandoverhisbrow,gotintothecarriage,thedoorwasclosedonhim,andthevehiclequicklydisappeareddowntheothersideofthehillinawhirlwindofnoiseanddust.

           Tenleagueswerepassedandnotasinglewordwasuttered.

           Morrelwasdreaming,andMonteCristowaslookingatthedreamer.

           "Morrel,"saidthecounttohimatlength,"doyourepenthavingfollowedme?"

           "No,count;buttoleaveParis"

           "IfIthoughthappinessmightawaityouinParis,Morrel,Iwouldhaveleftyouthere."

           "ValentinereposeswithinthewallsofParis,andtoleaveParisislikelosingherasecondtime."

           "Maximilian,"saidthecount,"thefriendsthatwehavelostdonotreposeinthebosomoftheearth,butareburieddeepinourhearts,andithasbeenthusordainedthatwemayalwaysbeaccompaniedbythem.Ihavetwofriends,whointhiswayneverdepartfromme;theonewhogavemebeing,andtheotherwhoconferredknowledgeandintelligenceonme.Theirspiritsliveinme.Iconsultthemwhendoubtful,andifIeverdoanygood,itisduetotheirbeneficentcounsels.Listentothevoiceofyourheart,Morrel,andaskitwhetheryououghttopreservethismelancholyexteriortowardsme.

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