Граф Монте-Крісто

The Departure.

           Why,havingrecognizedyou,andItheonlyonetodosowhywasIabletosavemysonalone?OughtInotalsotohaverescuedthemanthatIhadacceptedforahusband,guiltythoughhewere?YetIlethimdie!WhatdoIsay?Oh,mercifulheavens,wasInotaccessorytohisdeathbymysupineinsensibility,bymycontemptforhim,notremembering,ornotwillingtoremember,thatitwasformysakehehadbecomeatraitorandaperjurer?InwhatamIbenefitedbyaccompanyingmysonsofar,sinceInowabandonhim,andallowhimtodepartalonetothebanefulclimateofAfrica?Oh,Ihavebeenbase,cowardly,Itellyou;Ihaveabjuredmyaffections,andlikeallrenegadesIamofevilomentothosewhosurroundme!"

           "No,Mercedes,"saidMonteCristo,"no;youjudgeyourselfwithtoomuchseverity.Youareanoble-mindedwoman,anditwasyourgriefthatdisarmedme.StillIwasbutanagent,ledonbyaninvisibleandoffendedDeity,whochosenottowithholdthefatalblowthatIwasdestinedtohurl.ItakethatGodtowitness,atwhosefeetIhaveprostratedmyselfdailyforthelasttenyears,thatIwouldhavesacrificedmylifetoyou,andwithmylifetheprojectsthatwereindissolublylinkedwithit.ButandIsayitwithsomepride,MercedesGodneededme,andIlived.Examinethepastandthepresent,andendeavortodiveintofuturity,andthensaywhetherIamnotadivineinstrument.

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