Граф Монте-Крісто

The Suicide.

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           TheCountofMonteCristoturneddreadfullypale;hiseyeseemedtoburnwithadevouringfire.Heleapedtowardsadressing-roomnearhisbedroom,andinlessthanamoment,tearingoffhiscravat,hiscoatandwaistcoat,heputonasailor’sjacketandhat,frombeneathwhichrolledhislongblackhair.Hereturnedthus,formidableandimplacable,advancingwithhisarmscrossedonhisbreast,towardsthegeneral,whocouldnotunderstandwhyhehaddisappeared,butwhoonseeinghimagain,andfeelinghisteethchatterandhislegssinkunderhim,drewback,andonlystoppedwhenhefoundatabletosupporthisclinchedhand."Fernand,"criedhe,"ofmyhundrednamesIneedonlytellyouone,tooverwhelmyou!Butyouguessitnow,doyounot?or,rather,yourememberit?For,notwithstandingallmysorrowsandmytortures,IshowyoutodayafacewhichthehappinessofrevengemakesyoungagainafaceyoumustoftenhaveseeninyourdreamssinceyourmarriagewithMercedes,mybetrothed!"

           Thegeneral,withhisheadthrownback,handsextended,gazefixed,lookedsilentlyatthisdreadfulapparition;thenseekingthewalltosupporthim,heglidedalongclosetoituntilhereachedthedoor,throughwhichhewentoutbackwards,utteringthissinglemournful,lamentable,distressingcry"EdmondDantes!"Then,withsighswhichwereunlikeanyhumansound,hedraggedhimselftothedoor,reeledacrossthecourt-yard,andfallingintothearmsofhisvalet,hesaidinavoicescarcelyintelligible"Home,home.

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