Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of October.

           Mysisterwouldbebathedintearsandfainting;Icouldnotbeartoseehersuffer.Emmanuelwouldteartheweaponfrommyhand,andalarmthehousewithhiscries.You,count,whoaremorethanmortal,will,Iamsure,leadmetodeathbyapleasantpath,willyounot?"

           "Myfriend,"saidthecount,"Ihavestillonedoubtareyouweakenoughtoprideyourselfuponyoursufferings?"

           "No,indeedIamcalm,"saidMorrel,givinghishandtothecount;"mypulsedoesnotbeatslowerorfasterthanusual.No,IfeelthatIhavereachedthegoal,andIwillgonofarther.Youtoldmetowaitandhope;doyouknowwhatyoudid,unfortunateadviser?Iwaitedamonth,orratherIsufferedforamonth!Ididhope(manisapoorwretchedcreature),Ididhope.WhatIcannottellsomethingwonderful,anabsurdity,amiracleofwhatnaturehealonecantellwhohasmingledwithourreasonthatfollywecallhope.Yes,Ididwaityes,Ididhope,count,andduringthisquarterofanhourwehavebeentalkingtogether,youhaveunconsciouslywounded,torturedmyheart,foreverywordyouhaveutteredprovedthattherewasnohopeforme.Oh,count,Ishallsleepcalmly,deliciouslyinthearmsofdeath."Morrelutteredthesewordswithanenergywhichmadethecountshudder."Myfriend,"continuedMorrel,"younamedthefifthofOctoberastheendoftheperiodofwaitingtodayisthefifthofOctober,"hetookouthiswatch,"itisnownineo’clockIhaveyetthreehourstolive.

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