Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian’s Avowal.

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           "ButI,"criedMorrel,groaningwithsorrow,"Iloveher!"

           "Youlove?whom?"criedMonteCristo,startingtohisfeet,andseizingthetwohandswhichMorrelwasraisingtowardsheaven.

           "IlovemostfondlyIlovemadlyIloveasamanwhowouldgivehislife-bloodtospareheratearIloveValentinedeVillefort,whoisbeingmurderedatthismoment!Doyouunderstandme?Iloveher;andIaskGodandyouhowIcansaveher?"MonteCristoutteredacrywhichthoseonlycanconceivewhohaveheardtheroarofawoundedlion."Unhappyman,"criedhe,wringinghishandsinhisturn;"youloveValentinethatdaughterofanaccursedrace!"NeverhadMorrelwitnessedsuchanexpressionneverhadsoterribleaneyeflashedbeforehisfaceneverhadthegeniusofterrorhehadsooftenseen,eitheronthebattle-fieldorinthemurderousnightsofAlgeria,shakenaroundhimmoredreadfulfire.Hedrewbackterrified.

           AsforMonteCristo,afterthisebullitionheclosedhiseyesasifdazzledbyinternallight.Inamomentherestrainedhimselfsopowerfullythatthetempestuousheavingofhisbreastsubsided,asturbulentandfoamingwavesyieldtothesun’sgenialinfluencewhenthecloudhaspassed.Thissilence,self-control,andstrugglelastedabouttwentyseconds,thenthecountraisedhispallidface."See,"saidhe,"mydearfriend,howGodpunishesthemostthoughtlessandunfeelingmenfortheirindifference,bypresentingdreadfulscenestotheirview.

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