Граф Монте-Крісто

The Suicide.

           

           MonteCristowasbeginningtothink,whathehadnotforalongtimedaredtobelieve,thatthereweretwoMercedesintheworld,andhemightyetbehappy.Hiseye,elatewithhappiness,wasreadingeagerlythetearfulgazeofHaidee,whensuddenlythedooropened.Thecountknithisbrow."M.deMorcerf!"saidBaptistin,asifthatnamesufficedforhisexcuse.Infact,thecount’sfacebrightened.

           "Which,"askedhe,"theviscountorthecount?"

           "Thecount."

           "Oh,"exclaimedHaidee,"isitnotyetover?"

           "Iknownotifitisfinished,mybelovedchild,"saidMonteCristo,takingtheyounggirl’shands;"butIdoknowyouhavenothingmoretofear."

           "Butitisthewretched"

           "Thatmancannotinjureme,Haidee,"saidMonteCristo;"itwashissonalonethattherewascausetofear."

           "AndwhatIhavesuffered,"saidtheyounggirl,"youshallneverknow,mylord."MonteCristosmiled."Bymyfather’stomb,"saidhe,extendinghishandovertheheadoftheyounggirl,"Isweartoyou,Haidee,thatifanymisfortunehappens,itwillnotbetome."

           "Ibelieveyou,mylord,asimplicitlyasifGodhadspokentome,"saidtheyounggirl,presentingherforeheadtohim.MonteCristopressedonthatpurebeautifulforeheadakisswhichmadetwoheartsthrobatonce,theoneviolently,theotherheavily."Oh,"murmuredthecount,"shallIthenbepermittedtoloveagain?AskM.

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