Граф Монте-Крісто

Expiation.

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           "YouarenotBusoni?youarenotMonteCristo?Oh,heavensyouare,then,somesecret,implacable,andmortalenemy!ImusthavewrongedyouinsomewayatMarseilles.Oh,woetome!"

           "Yes;youarenowontherightpath,"saidthecount,crossinghisarmsoverhisbroadchest;"searchsearch!"

           "ButwhathaveIdonetoyou?"exclaimedVillefort,whosemindwasbalancingbetweenreasonandinsanity,inthatcloudwhichisneitheradreamnorreality;"whathaveIdonetoyou?Tellme,then!Speak!"

           "Youcondemnedmetoahorrible,tediousdeath;youkilledmyfather;youdeprivedmeofliberty,oflove,andhappiness."

           "Whoareyou,then?Whoareyou?"

           "IamthespectreofawretchyouburiedinthedungeonsoftheChateaud’If.GodgavethatspectretheformoftheCountofMonteCristowhenheatlengthissuedfromhistomb,enrichedhimwithgoldanddiamonds,andledhimtoyou!"

           "Ah,IrecognizeyouIrecognizeyou!"exclaimedtheking’sattorney;"youare"—

           "IamEdmondDantes!"

           "YouareEdmondDantes,"criedVillefort,seizingthecountbythewrist;"thencomehere!"AndupthestairshedraggedMonteCristo;who,ignorantofwhathadhappened,followedhiminastonishment,foreseeingsomenewcatastrophe.

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