Граф Монте-Крісто

The Third Attack.

           "

           Edmondcouldonlyclasphishandsandexclaim,"Oh,myfriend,myfriend,speaknotthus!"andthenresumingallhispresenceofmind,whichhadforamomentstaggeredunderthisblow,andhisstrength,whichhadfailedatthewordsoftheoldman,hesaid,"Oh,Ihavesavedyouonce,andIwillsaveyouasecondtime!"Andraisingthefootofthebed,hedrewoutthephial,stillathirdfilledwiththeredliquor.

           "See,"heexclaimed,"thereremainsstillsomeofthemagicdraught.Quick,quick!tellmewhatImustdothistime;arethereanyfreshinstructions?Speak,myfriend;Ilisten."

           "Thereisnotahope,"repliedFaria,shakinghishead,"butnomatter;Godwillsitthatmanwhomhehascreated,andinwhosehearthehassoprofoundlyrootedtheloveoflife,shoulddoallinhispowertopreservethatexistence,which,howeverpainfulitmaybe,isyetalwayssodear."

           "Oh,yes,yes!"exclaimedDantes;"andItellyouthatIwillsaveyouyet."

           "Well,then,try.Thecoldgainsuponme.Ifeelthebloodflowingtowardsmybrain.Thesehorriblechills,whichmakemyteethchatterandseemtodislocatemybones,begintopervademywholeframe;infiveminutesthemaladywillreachitsheight,andinaquarterofanhourtherewillbenothingleftofmebutacorpse."

           "Oh!"exclaimedDantes,hisheartwrungwithanguish.

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