Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           Inafteryears,whetherhehadforgottenthisinterchangeofpresents,whichoughttohavecementedourfriendship,orwhetherhedidnotrecollectme,hesoughttotakeme,but,onthecontrary,itwasIwhocapturedhimandadozenofhisband.ImighthavehandedhimovertoRomanjustice,whichissomewhatexpeditious,andwhichwouldhavebeenparticularlysowithhim;butIdidnothingofthesortIsufferedhimandhisbandtodepart."

           "Withtheconditionthattheyshouldsinnomore,"saidBeauchamp,laughing."Iseetheykepttheirpromise."

           "No,monsieur,"returnedMonteCristo"uponthesimpleconditionthattheyshouldrespectmyselfandmyfriends.PerhapswhatIamabouttosaymayseemstrangetoyou,whoaresocialists,andvaunthumanityandyourdutytoyourneighbor,butIneverseektoprotectasocietywhichdoesnotprotectme,andwhichIwillevensay,generallyoccupiesitselfaboutmeonlytoinjureme;andthusbygivingthemalowplaceinmyesteem,andpreservinganeutralitytowardsthem,itissocietyandmyneighborwhoareindebtedtome."

           "Bravo,"criedChateau–Renaud;"youarethefirstmanIevermetsufficientlycourageoustopreachegotism.Bravo,count,bravo!"

           "Itisfrank,atleast,"saidMorrel."ButIamsurethatthecountdoesnotregrethavingoncedeviatedfromtheprincipleshehassoboldlyavowed.

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