Граф Монте-Крісто

A Nocturnal Interview.

           

           "Edmond,"saidshe,andhereyeswerewetwithtearswhilelookingathimtowhomshespoke,"hownobleitisofyou,howgreattheactionyouhavejustperformed,howsublimetohavetakenpityonapoorwomanwhoappealedtoyouwitheverychanceagainsther,Alas,Iamgrownoldwithgriefmorethanwithyears,andcannotnowremindmyEdmondbyasmile,orbyalook,ofthatMercedeswhomheoncespentsomanyhoursincontemplating.Ah,believeme,Edmond,asItoldyou,Itoohavesufferedmuch;Irepeat,itismelancholytopassone’slifewithouthavingonejoytorecall,withoutpreservingasinglehope;butthatprovesthatallisnotyetover.No,itisnotfinished;Ifeelitbywhatremainsinmyheart.Oh,Irepeatit,Edmond;whatyouhavejustdoneisbeautifulitisgrand;itissublime."

           "Doyousaysonow,Mercedes?thenwhatwouldyousayifyouknewtheextentofthesacrificeImaketoyou?SupposethattheSupremeBeing,afterhavingcreatedtheworldandfertilizedchaos,hadpausedintheworktospareanangelthetearsthatmightonedayflowformortalsinsfromherimmortaleyes;supposethatwheneverythingwasinreadinessandthemomenthadcomeforGodtolookuponhisworkandseethatitwasgoodsupposehehadsnuffedoutthesunandtossedtheworldbackintoeternalnighttheneventhen,Mercedes,youcouldnotimaginewhatIloseinsacrificingmylifeatthismoment

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