Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pardon.

           "Andhestruckhisbreastwithhisemaciatedfist.

           "ThenIforgiveyou,"saidtheman,droppinghiscloak,andadvancingtothelight.

           "TheCountofMonteCristo!"saidDanglars,morepalefromterrorthanhehadbeenjustbeforefromhungerandmisery.

           "Youaremistaken—IamnottheCountofMonteCristo."

           "Thenwhoareyou?"

           "Iamhewhomyousoldanddishonored—Iamhewhosebetrothedyouprostituted—Iamheuponwhomyoutrampledthatyoumightraiseyourselftofortune—Iamhewhosefatheryoucondemnedtodieofhunger—Iamhewhomyoualsocondemnedtostarvation,andwhoyetforgivesyou,becausehehopestobeforgiven—IamEdmondDantes!"Danglarsutteredacry,andfellprostrate."Rise,"saidthecount,"yourlifeissafe;thesamegoodfortunehasnothappenedtoyouraccomplices—oneismad,theotherdead.Keepthe50,000francsyouhaveleft—Igivethemtoyou.The5,000,000youstolefromthehospitalshasbeenrestoredtothembyanunknownhand.Andnoweatanddrink;Iwillentertainyouto-night.Vampa,whenthismanissatisfied,lethimbefree."Danglarsremainedprostratewhilethecountwithdrew;whenheraisedhisheadhesawdisappearingdownthepassagenothingbutashadow,beforewhichthebanditsbowed

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