Граф Монте-Крісто

The Past.

           Thecountseizedithastily,hiseyesimmediatelyfellupontheepigraph,andheread,"‘Thoushalttearoutthedragons’teeth,andshalltramplethelionsunderfoot,saiththeLord.’"

           "Ah,"heexclaimed,"hereismyanswer.Thanks,father,thanks."Andfeelinginhispocket,hetookthenceasmallpocket-book,whichcontainedtenbank-notes,eachof1,000.francs.

           "Here,"hesaid,"takethispocket-book."

           "Doyougiveittome?"

           "Yes;butonlyonconditionthatyouwillnotopenittillIamgone;"andplacinginhisbreastthetreasurehehadjustfound,whichwasmorevaluabletohimthantherichestjewel,herushedoutofthecorridor,andreachinghisboat,cried,"ToMarseilles!"Then,ashedeparted,hefixedhiseyesuponthegloomyprison."Woe,"hecried,"tothosewhoconfinedmeinthatwretchedprison;andwoetothosewhoforgotthatIwasthere!"AsherepassedtheCatalans,thecountturnedaroundandburyinghisheadinhiscloakmurmuredthenameofawoman.Thevictorywascomplete;twicehehadovercomehisdoubts.Thenamehepronounced,inavoiceoftenderness,amountingalmosttolove,wasthatofHaidee.

           Onlanding,thecountturnedtowardsthecemetery,wherehefeltsureoffindingMorrel.He,too,tenyearsago,hadpiouslysoughtoutatomb,andsoughtitvainly.He,whoreturnedtoFrancewithmillions,hadbeenunabletofindthegraveofhisfather,whohadperishedfromhunger.

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