Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           No,myfriend,Iwaswrongtocautionyou;donotfear,Iwillburymygriefsodeepinmyheart,Iwilldisguiseitso,thatyoushallnotevencaretosympathizewithme.Adieu,myfriend,adieu!"

           "Onthecontrary,"saidthecount,"afterthistimeyoumustlivewithmeyoumustnotleaveme,andinaweekweshallhaveleftFrancebehindus."

           "Andyoustillbidmehope?"

           "Itellyoutohope,becauseIhaveamethodofcuringyou."

           "Count,yourendermesadderthanbefore,ifitbepossible.Youthinktheresultofthisblowhasbeentoproduceanordinarygrief,andyouwouldcureitbyanordinaryremedychangeofscene."AndMorreldroppedhisheadwithdisdainfulincredulity."WhatcanIsaymore?"askedMonteCristo."IhaveconfidenceintheremedyIpropose,andonlyaskyoutopermitmetoassureyouofitsefficacy."

           "Count,youprolongmyagony."

           "Then,"saidthecount,"yourfeeblespiritwillnotevengrantmethetrialIrequest?ComedoyouknowofwhattheCountofMonteCristoiscapable?doyouknowthatheholdsterrestrialbeingsunderhiscontrol?nay,thathecanalmostworkamiracle?Well,waitforthemiracleIhopetoaccomplish,or"—

           "Or?"repeatedMorrel.

           "Or,takecare,Morrel,lestIcallyouungrateful.

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