Граф Монте-Крісто

The Abbe’s Chamber.

           Assoonasyoufeelabletoswimwewillgo."

           "Ishallneverswimagain,"repliedFaria."Thisarmisparalyzed;notforatime,butforever.Liftit,andjudgeifIammistaken."Theyoungmanraisedthearm,whichfellbackbyitsownweight,perfectlyinanimateandhelpless.Asighescapedhim.

           "Youareconvincednow,Edmond,areyounot?"askedtheabbe."Dependuponit,IknowwhatIsay.SincethefirstattackIexperiencedofthismalady,Ihavecontinuallyreflectedonit.Indeed,Iexpectedit,foritisafamilyinheritance;bothmyfatherandgrandfatherdiedofitinathirdattack.ThephysicianwhopreparedformetheremedyIhavetwicesuccessfullytaken,wasnootherthanthecelebratedCabanis,andhepredictedasimilarendforme."

           "Thephysicianmaybemistaken!"exclaimedDantes."Andasforyourpoorarm,whatdifferencewillthatmake?Icantakeyouonmyshoulders,andswimforbothofus."

           "Myson,"saidtheabbe,"you,whoareasailorandaswimmer,mustknowaswellasIdothatamansoloadedwouldsinkbeforehehaddonefiftystrokes.Cease,then,toallowyourselftobedupedbyvainhopes,thatevenyourownexcellentheartrefusestobelievein.HereIshallremaintillthehourofmydeliverancearrives,andthat,inallhumanprobability,willbethehourofmydeath.Asforyou,whoareyoungandactive,delaynotonmyaccount,butflygoIgiveyoubackyourpromise."

           "Itiswell,"saidDantes."ThenIshallalsoremain

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