Граф Монте-Кристо

The Fifth of October.

           Achangeofideaspresentedthemselvestohisbrain,likeanewdesignonthekaleidoscope.Enervated,prostrate,andbreathless,hebecameunconsciousofoutwardobjects;heseemedtobeenteringthatvaguedeliriumprecedingdeath.Hewishedonceagaintopressthecount’shand,buthisownwasimmovable.Hewishedtoarticulatealastfarewell,buthistonguelaymotionlessandheavyinhisthroat,likeastoneatthemouthofasepulchre.Involuntarilyhislanguideyesclosed,andstillthroughhiseyelashesawell-knownformseemedtomoveamidtheobscuritywithwhichhethoughthimselfenveloped.

           Thecounthadjustopenedadoor.Immediatelyabrilliantlightfromthenextroom,orratherfromthepalaceadjoining,shoneupontheroominwhichhewasgentlyglidingintohislastsleep.Thenhesawawomanofmarvellousbeautyappearonthethresholdofthedoorseparatingthetworooms.Pale,andsweetlysmiling,shelookedlikeanangelofmercyconjuringtheangelofvengeance."Isitheaventhatopensbeforeme?"thoughtthedyingman;"thatangelresemblestheoneIhavelost."MonteCristopointedoutMorreltotheyoungwoman,whoadvancedtowardshimwithclaspedhandsandasmileuponherlips.

           "Valentine,Valentine!"hementallyejaculated;buthislipsutterednosound,andasthoughallhisstrengthwerecentredinthatinternalemotion,hesighedandclosedhiseyes.Valentinerushedtowardshim;hislipsagainmoved.

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