Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           

           "Sir?"

           "Myfriend,mydearMaximilian,donotmakeahastyresolution,Ientreatyou."

           "Imakeahastyresolution?"saidMorrel,shrugginghisshoulders;"isthereanythingextraordinaryinajourney?"

           "Maximilian,"saidthecount,"letusbothlayasidethemaskwehaveassumed.YounomoredeceivemewiththatfalsecalmnessthanIimposeuponyouwithmyfrivoloussolicitude.Youcanunderstand,canyounot,thattohaveactedasIhavedone,tohavebrokenthatglass,tohaveintrudedonthesolitudeofafriendyoucanunderstandthat,tohavedoneallthis,Imusthavebeenactuatedbyrealuneasiness,orratherbyaterribleconviction.Morrel,youaregoingtodestroyyourself!"

           "Indeed,count,"saidMorrel,shuddering;"whathasputthisintoyourhead?"

           "Itellyouthatyouareabouttodestroyyourself,"continuedthecount,"andhereisproofofwhatIsay;"and,approachingthedesk,heremovedthesheetofpaperwhichMorrelhadplacedovertheletterhehadbegun,andtookthelatterinhishands.

           Morrelrushedforwardtotearitfromhim,butMonteCristoperceivinghisintention,seizedhiswristwithhisirongrasp."Youwishtodestroyyourself,"saidthecount;"youhavewrittenit.

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