Граф Монте-Кристо

The Fifth of October.

           Alas,whatwouldbecomeofmewhocanonlyatoneforevilbydoinggood?"Thenhesaidaloud:"Listen,Morrel,Iseeyourgriefisgreat,butstillyoudonotliketoriskyoursoul."Morrelsmiledsadly."Count,"hesaid,"Isweartoyoumysoulisnolongermyown."

           "Maximilian,youknowIhavenorelationintheworld.Ihaveaccustomedmyselftoregardyouasmyson:well,then,tosavemyson,Iwillsacrificemylife,nay,evenmyfortune."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "Imean,thatyouwishtoquitlifebecauseyoudonotunderstandalltheenjoymentswhicharethefruitsofalargefortune.Morrel,IpossessnearlyahundredmillionsandIgivethemtoyou;withsuchafortuneyoucanattaineverywish.Areyouambitious?Everycareerisopentoyou.Overturntheworld,changeitscharacter,yieldtomadideas,beevencriminalbutlive."

           "Count,Ihaveyourword,"saidMorrelcoldly;thentakingouthiswatch,headded,"Itishalf-pasteleven."

           "Morrel,canyouintenditinmyhouse,undermyveryeyes?"

           "Thenletmego,"saidMaximilian,"orIshallthinkyoudidnotlovemeformyownsake,butforyours;"andhearose.

           "Itiswell,"saidMonteCristowhosecountenancebrightenedatthesewords;"youwishyouareinflexible.Yes,asyousaid,youareindeedwretchedandamiraclealonecancureyou.Sitdown,Morrel,andwait.

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