Граф Монте-Крісто

The Meeting.

           "Well?"askedtheyounggirl,withanauthoritativetonethecounthadneverobservedbefore,andwhichstartledhim."Well,ifanymisfortunehappentome,"repliedMonteCristo,"Iwishmydaughtertobehappy."Haideesmiledsorrowfully,andshookherhead."Doyouthinkofdying,mylord?"saidshe.

           "Thewiseman,mychild,hassaid,‘Itisgoodtothinkofdeath.’"

           "Well,ifyoudie,"saidshe,"bequeathyourfortunetoothers,forifyoudieIshallrequirenothing;"and,takingthepaper,shetoreitinfourpieces,andthrewitintothemiddleoftheroom.Then,theefforthavingexhaustedherstrength,shefellnotasleepthistime,butfaintingonthefloor.Thecountleanedoverherandraisedherinhisarms;andseeingthatsweetpaleface,thoselovelyeyesclosed,thatbeautifulformmotionlessandtoallappearancelifeless,theideaoccurredtohimforthefirsttime,thatperhapsshelovedhimotherwisethanasadaughterlovesafather.

           "Alas,"murmuredhe,withintensesuffering,"Imight,then,havebeenhappyyet."ThenhecarriedHaideetoherroom,resignedhertothecareofherattendants,andreturningtohisstudy,whichheshutquicklythistime,heagaincopiedthedestroyedwill.Ashewasfinishing,thesoundofacabrioletenteringtheyardwasheard.MonteCristoapproachedthewindow,andsawMaximilianandEmmanuelalight."Good,"saidhe;"itwastime,"andhesealedhiswillwiththreeseals.

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