Граф Монте-Крісто

The Suicide.

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           "Youexpectedmysonwouldbeacoward?"criedthecount.

           "M.AlbertdeMorcerfisnocoward!"saidMonteCristo.

           "Amanwhoholdsaswordinhishand,andseesamortalenemywithinreachofthatsword,anddoesnotfight,isacoward!WhyishenotherethatImaytellhimso?"

           "Sir."repliedMonteCristocoldly,"Ididnotexpectthatyouhadcomeheretorelatetomeyourlittlefamilyaffairs.GoandtellM.Albertthat,andhemayknowwhattoansweryou."

           "Oh,no,no,"saidthegeneral,smilingfaintly,"Ididnotcomeforthatpurpose;youareright.IcametotellyouthatIalsolookuponyouasmyenemy.IcametotellyouthatIhateyouinstinctively;thatitseemsasifIhadalwaysknownyou,andalwayshatedyou;and,inshort,sincetheyoungpeopleofthepresentdaywillnotfight,itremainsforustodoso.Doyouthinkso,sir?"

           "Certainly.AndwhenItoldyouIhadforeseentheresult,itisthehonorofyourvisitIalludedto."

           "Somuchthebetter.Areyouprepared?"

           "Yes,sir."

           "Youknowthatweshallfighttilloneofusisdead,"saidthegeneral,whoseteethwereclinchedwithrage."Untiloneofusdies,"repeatedMonteCristo,movinghisheadslightlyupanddown.

           "Letusstart,then;weneednowitnesses.

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