Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of October.

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           "Beitso,"saidthecount,"come."Morrelmechanicallyfollowedthecount,andtheyhadenteredthegrottobeforeheperceivedit.Hefeltacarpetunderhisfeet,adooropened,perfumessurroundedhim,andabrilliantlightdazzledhiseyes.Morrelhesitatedtoadvance;hedreadedtheenervatingeffectofallthathesaw.MonteCristodrewhimingently."Whyshouldwenotspendthelastthreehoursremainingtousoflife,likethoseancientRomans,whowhencondemnedbyNero,theiremperorandheir,satdownatatablecoveredwithflowers,andgentlyglidedintodeath,amidtheperfumeofheliotropesandroses?"Morrelsmiled."Asyouplease,"hesaid;"deathisalwaysdeaththatisforgetfulness,repose,exclusionfromlife,andthereforefromgrief."Hesatdown,andMonteCristoplacedhimselfoppositetohim.Theywereinthemarvellousdining-roombeforedescribed,wherethestatueshadbasketsontheirheadsalwaysfilledwithfruitsandflowers.Morrelhadlookedcarelesslyaround,andhadprobablynoticednothing.

           "Letustalklikemen,"hesaid,lookingatthecount.

           "Goon!"

           "Count,"saidMorrel,"youaretheepitomeofallhumanknowledge,andyouseemlikeabeingdescendedfromawiserandmoreadvancedworldthanours."

           "Thereissomethingtrueinwhatyousay,"saidthecount,withthatsmilewhichmadehimsohandsome;"Ihavedescendedfromaplanetcalledgrief.

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