Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           Hethensawthathemustmakeanotherstruggleagainstthegriefofhisfriend,andtakingthehandsofEmmanuelandJulie,whichhepressedwithinhisown,hesaidwiththemildauthorityofafather,"Mykindfriends,leavemealonewithMaximilian."Juliesawthemeansofferedofcarryingoffherpreciousrelic,whichMonteCristohadforgotten.Shedrewherhusbandtothedoor."Letusleavethem,"shesaid.ThecountwasalonewithMorrel,whoremainedmotionlessasastatue.

           "Come,"saidMonte–Cristo,touchinghisshoulderwithhisfinger,"areyouamanagain,Maximilian?"

           "Yes;forIbegintosufferagain."

           Thecountfrowned,apparentlyingloomyhesitation.

           "Maximilian,Maximilian,"hesaid,"theideasyouyieldtoareunworthyofaChristian."

           "Oh,donotfear,myfriend,"saidMorrel,raisinghishead,andsmilingwithasweetexpressiononthecount;"Ishallnolongerattemptmylife."

           "Thenwearetohavenomorepistolsnomoredespair?"

           "No;Ihavefoundabetterremedyformygriefthaneitherabulletoraknife."

           "Poorfellow,whatisit?"

           "Mygriefwillkillmeofitself."

           "Myfriend,"saidMonteCristo,withanexpressionofmelancholyequaltohisown,"listentome.Oneday,inamomentofdespairlikeyours,sinceitledtoasimilarresolution,Ialsowishedtokillmyself;onedayyourfather,equallydesperate,wishedtokillhimselftoo.

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