Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian’s Avowal.

           I,whowaslookingon,aneagerandcuriousspectatorI,whowaswatchingtheworkingofthismournfultragedyI,wholikeawickedangelwaslaughingattheevilmencommittedprotectedbysecrecy(asecretiseasilykeptbytherichandpowerful),IaminmyturnbittenbytheserpentwhosetortuouscourseIwaswatching,andbittentotheheart!"

           Morrelgroaned."Come,come,"continuedthecount,"complaintsareunavailing,beaman,bestrong,befullofhope,forIamhereandwillwatchoveryou."Morrelshookhisheadsorrowfully."Itellyoutohope.Doyouunderstandme?"criedMonteCristo."RememberthatIneverutteredafalsehoodandamneverdeceived.Itistwelveo’clock,Maximilian;thankheaventhatyoucameatnoonratherthanintheevening,ortomorrowmorning.Listen,Morrelitisnoon;ifValentineisnotnowdead,shewillnotdie."

           "Howso?"criedMorrel,"whenIleftherdying?"MonteCristopressedhishandstohisforehead.Whatwaspassinginthatbrain,soloadedwithdreadfulsecrets?Whatdoestheangeloflightortheangelofdarknesssaytothatmind,atonceimplacableandgenerous?Godonlyknows.

           MonteCristoraisedhisheadoncemore,andthistimehewascalmasachildawakingfromitssleep."Maximilian,"saidhe,"returnhome.Icommandyounottostirattemptnothing,nottoletyourcountenancebetrayathought,andIwillsendyoutidings.Go."

           "Oh,count,youoverwhelmmewiththatcoolness.

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