Граф Монте-Крісто

The Suicide.

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           "Verytrue,"saidMonteCristo;"itisunnecessary,weknoweachothersowell!"

           "Onthecontrary,"saidthecount,"weknowsolittleofeachother."

           "Indeed?"saidMonteCristo,withthesameindomitablecoolness;"letussee.AreyounotthesoldierFernandwhodesertedontheeveofthebattleofWaterloo?AreyounottheLieutenantFernandwhoservedasguideandspytotheFrencharmyinSpain?AreyounottheCaptainFernandwhobetrayed,sold,andmurderedhisbenefactor,Ali?AndhavenotalltheseFernands,united,madeLieutenant–General,theCountofMorcerf,peerofFrance?"

           "Oh,"criedthegeneral,asifbrandedwithahotiron,"wretchtoreproachmewithmyshamewhenabout,perhaps,tokillme!No,IdidnotsayIwasastrangertoyou.Iknowwell,demon,thatyouhavepenetratedintothedarknessofthepast,andthatyouhaveread,bythelightofwhattorchIknownot,everypageofmylife;butperhapsImaybemorehonorableinmyshamethanyouunderyourpompouscoverings.Nono,Iamawareyouknowme;butIknowyouonlyasanadventurersewnupingoldandjewellery.YoucallyourselfinParistheCountofMonteCristo;inItaly,SinbadtheSailor;inMalta,Iforgetwhat.ButitisyourrealnameIwanttoknow,inthemidstofyourhundrednames,thatImaypronounceitwhenwemeettofight,atthemomentwhenIplungemyswordthroughyourheart.

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