Граф Монте-Крісто

The Past.

           Morrelhadindeedplacedacrossoverthespot,butithadfallendownandthegrave-diggerhadburntit,ashedidalltheoldwoodinthechurchyard.Theworthymerchanthadbeenmorefortunate.Dyinginthearmsofhischildren,hehadbeenbythemlaidbythesideofhiswife,whohadprecededhimineternitybytwoyears.Twolargeslabsofmarble,onwhichwereinscribedtheirnames,wereplacedoneithersideofalittleenclosure,railedin,andshadedbyfourcypress-trees.Morrelwasleaningagainstoneofthese,mechanicallyfixinghiseyesonthegraves.Hisgriefwassoprofoundthathewasnearlyunconscious."Maximilian,"saidthecount,"youshouldnotlookonthegraves,butthere;"andhepointedupwards.

           "Thedeadareeverywhere,"saidMorrel;"didyounotyourselftellmesoasweleftParis?"

           "Maximilian,"saidthecount,"youaskedmeduringthejourneytoallowyoutoremainsomedaysatMarseilles.Doyoustillwishtodoso?"

           "Ihavenowishes,count;onlyIfancyIcouldpassthetimelesspainfullyherethananywhereelse."

           "Somuchthebetter,forImustleaveyou;butIcarryyourwordwithme,doInot?"

           "Ah,count,Ishallforgetit."

           "No,youwillnotforgetit,becauseyouareamanofhonor,Morrel,becauseyouhavetakenanoath,andareabouttodosoagain."

           "Oh,count,havepityuponme.Iamsounhappy."

           "Ihaveknownamanmuchmoreunfortunatethanyou,Morrel.

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