Граф Монте-Кристо

The Third Attack.

           

           "Doasyoudidbefore,onlydonotwaitsolong,allthespringsoflifearenowexhaustedinme,anddeath,"hecontinued,lookingathisparalyzedarmandleg,"hasbuthalfitsworktodo.If,afterhavingmademeswallowtwelvedropsinsteadoften,youseethatIdonotrecover,thenpourtherestdownmythroat.Nowliftmeonmybed,forIcannolongersupportmyself."

           Edmondtooktheoldmaninhisarms,andlaidhimonthebed.

           "Andnow,mydearfriend,"saidFaria,"soleconsolationofmywretchedexistenceyouwhomheavengavemesomewhatlate,butstillgaveme,apricelessgift,andforwhichIammostgratefulatthemomentofseparatingfromyouforever,Iwishyouallthehappinessandalltheprosperityyousowelldeserve.Myson,Iblessthee!"Theyoungmancasthimselfonhisknees,leaninghisheadagainsttheoldman’sbed.

           "Listen,now,towhatIsayinthismydyingmoment.ThetreasureoftheSpadasexists.Godgrantsmetheboonofvisionunrestrictedbytimeorspace.Iseeitinthedepthsoftheinnercavern.Myeyespiercetheinmostrecessesoftheearth,andaredazzledatthesightofsomuchriches.Ifyoudoescape,rememberthatthepoorabbe,whomalltheworldcalledmad,wasnotso.HastentoMonteCristoavailyourselfofthefortuneforyouhaveindeedsufferedlongenough."Aviolentconvulsionattackedtheoldman.DantesraisedhisheadandsawFaria’seyesinjectedwithblood.

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