Граф Монте-Крісто

The Past.

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           "Andhaveyouthemyet?"

           "No,sir;Isoldthemtovisitors,whoconsideredthemgreatcuriosities;butIhavestillsomethingleft."

           "Whatisit?"askedthecount,impatiently.

           "Asortofbook,writtenuponstripsofcloth."

           "Goandfetchit,mygoodfellow;andifitbewhatIhope,youwilldowell."

           "Iwillrunforit,sir;"andtheguidewentout.Thenthecountkneltdownbythesideofthebed,whichdeathhadconvertedintoanaltar."Oh,secondfather,"heexclaimed,"thouwhohastgivenmeliberty,knowledge,riches;thouwho,likebeingsofasuperiorordertoourselves,couldstunderstandthescienceofgoodandevil;ifinthedepthsofthetombtherestillremainsomethingwithinuswhichcanrespondtothevoiceofthosewhoareleftonearth;ifafterdeaththesouleverrevisittheplaceswherewehavelivedandsufferedthen,nobleheart,sublimesoul,thenIconjuretheebythepaternallovethoudidstbearme,bythefilialobedienceIvowedtothee,grantmesomesign,somerevelation!Removefrommetheremainsofdoubt,which,ifitchangenottoconviction,mustbecomeremorse!"Thecountbowedhishead,andclaspedhishandstogether.

           "Here,sir,"saidavoicebehindhim.

           MonteCristoshuddered,andarose.TheconciergeheldoutthestripsofclothuponwhichtheAbbeFariahadspreadtherichesofhismind.ThemanuscriptwasthegreatworkbytheAbbeFariauponthekingdomsofItaly.

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