Граф Монте-Крісто

In the Lucerne Patch.

           Ah,forgiveme,"saidValentine,perceivingtheeffectwhichherwordswereproducingonMaximilian:"Ihavedonewrong,forIhavegivenutterancetothoughtsconcerningthatmanwhichIdidnotevenknowexistedinmyheart.Idonotdenytheinfluenceofwhichyouspeak,orthatIhavenotmyselfexperiencedit,butwithmeithasbeenproductiveofevilratherthangood."

           "Well,Valentine,"saidMorrelwithasigh,"wewillnotdiscussthematterfurther.Iwillnotmakeaconfidantofhim."

           "Alas,"saidValentine,"IseethatIhavegivenyoupain.IcanonlysayhowsincerelyIaskpardonforhavinggriefedyou.But,indeed,Iamnotprejudicedbeyondthepowerofconviction.TellmewhatthisCountofMonteCristohasdoneforyou."

           "Iownthatyourquestionembarrassesme,Valentine,forIcannotsaythatthecounthasrenderedmeanyostensibleservice.Still,asIhavealreadytoldyouIhaveaninstinctiveaffectionforhim,thesourceofwhichIcannotexplaintoyou.Hasthesundoneanythingforme?No;hewarmsmewithhisrays,anditisbyhislightthatIseeyounothingmore.Hassuchandsuchaperfumedoneanythingforme?No;itsodorcharmsoneofmysensesthatisallIcansaywhenIamaskedwhyIpraiseit.Myfriendshipforhimisasstrangeandunaccountableashisforme.Asecretvoiceseemstowhispertomethattheremustbesomethingmorethanchanceinthisunexpectedreciprocityoffriendship.

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