Граф Монте-Крісто

The Departure.

           

           "Madame,"saidthecount,"itisnolongerinmypowertorestoreyoutohappiness,butIofferyouconsolation;willyoudeigntoacceptitascomingfromafriend?"

           "Iam,indeed,mostwretched,"repliedMercedes."Aloneintheworld,Ihadbutmyson,andhehasleftme!"

           "Hepossessesanobleheart,madame,"repliedthecount,"andhehasactedrightly.Hefeelsthateverymanowesatributetohiscountry;somecontributetheirtalents,otherstheirindustry;thesedevotetheirblood,thosetheirnightlylabors,tothesamecause.Hadheremainedwithyou,hislifemusthavebecomeahatefulburden,norwouldhehaveparticipatedinyourgriefs.Hewillincreaseinstrengthandhonorbystrugglingwithadversity,whichhewillconvertintoprosperity.Leavehimtobuildupthefutureforyou,andIventuretosayyouwillconfideittosafehands."

           "Oh,"repliedthewretchedwoman,mournfullyshakingherhead,"theprosperityofwhichyouspeak,andwhich,fromthebottomofmyheart,IprayGodinhismercytogranthim,Icanneverenjoy.Thebittercupofadversityhasbeendrainedbymetotheverydregs,andIfeelthatthegraveisnotfardistant.Youhaveactedkindly,count,inbringingmebacktotheplacewhereIhaveenjoyedsomuchbliss.Ioughttomeetdeathonthesamespotwherehappinesswasonceallmyown."

           "Alas,"saidMonteCristo,"yourwordssearandembittermyheart,themoresoasyouhaveeveryreasontohateme.

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