Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of September.

           Andnowthereisnomoretobesaid;goandrejoinyourmotherandsister."

           "Myfather,"saidtheyoungman,bendinghisknee,"blessme!"Morreltooktheheadofhissonbetweenhistwohands,drewhimforward,andkissinghisforeheadseveraltimessaid,"Oh,yes,yes,Iblessyouinmyownname,andinthenameofthreegenerationsofirreproachablemen,whosaythroughme,‘Theedificewhichmisfortunehasdestroyed,providencemaybuildupagain.’Onseeingmediesuchadeath,themostinexorablewillhavepityonyou.Toyou,perhaps,theywillaccordthetimetheyhaverefusedtome.Thendoyourbesttokeepournamefreefromdishonor.Gotowork,labor,youngman,struggleardentlyandcourageously;live,yourself,yourmotherandsister,withthemostrigideconomy,sothatfromdaytodaythepropertyofthosewhomIleaveinyourhandsmayaugmentandfructify.Reflecthowgloriousadayitwillbe,howgrand,howsolemn,thatdayofcompleterestoration,onwhichyouwillsayinthisveryoffice,‘MyfatherdiedbecausehecouldnotdowhatIhavethisdaydone;buthediedcalmlyandpeaceably,becauseindyingheknewwhatIshoulddo.’"

           "Myfather,myfather!"criedtheyoungman,"whyshouldyounotlive?"

           "IfIlive,allwouldbechanged;ifIlive,interestwouldbeconvertedintodoubt,pityintohostility;ifIliveIamonlyamanwhohisbrokenhisword,failedinhisengagementsinfact,onlyabankrupt.

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