Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of September.

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           "Youhaveexhaustedeveryresource?"

           "All."

           "Andinhalfanhour,"saidMaximilianinagloomyvoice,"ournameisdishonored!"

           "Bloodwashesoutdishonor,"saidMorrel.

           "Youareright,father;Iunderstandyou."Thenextendinghishandtowardsoneofthepistols,hesaid,"Thereisoneforyouandoneformethanks!"Morrelcaughthishand."Yourmotheryoursister!Whowillsupportthem?"Ashudderranthroughtheyoungman’sframe."Father,"hesaid,"doyoureflectthatyouarebiddingmetolive?"

           "Yes,Idosobidyou,"answeredMorrel,"itisyourduty.Youhaveacalm,strongmind,Maximilian.Maximilian,youarenoordinaryman.Imakenorequestsorcommands;Ionlyaskyoutoexaminemypositionasifitwereyourown,andthenjudgeforyourself."

           Theyoungmanreflectedforamoment,thenanexpressionofsublimeresignationappearedinhiseyes,andwithaslowandsadgesturehetookoffhistwoepaulets,theinsigniaofhisrank."Beitso,then,myfather,"hesaid,extendinghishandtoMorrel,"dieinpeace,myfather;Iwilllive."Morrelwasabouttocasthimselfonhiskneesbeforehisson,butMaximiliancaughthiminhisarms,andthosetwonobleheartswerepressedagainsteachotherforamoment."Youknowitisnotmyfault,"saidMorrel.Maximiliansmiled."Iknow,father,youarethemosthonorablemanIhaveeverknown."

           "Good,myson.

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