Граф Монте-Кристо

Maximilian’s Avowal.

           Mydearfellow,letthemsleepon,iftheyareasleep;letthemgrowpaleintheirdrowsiness,iftheyaredisposedtodoso,andpraydoyouremaininpeace,whohavenoremorsetodisturbyou."DeepgriefwasdepictedonMorrel’sfeatures;heseizedMonteCristo’shand."Butitisbeginningagain,Isay!"

           "Well,"saidtheCount,astonishedathisperseverance,whichhecouldnotunderstand,andlookingstillmoreearnestlyatMaximilian,"letitbeginagainitislikethehouseoftheAtreidae;19Godhascondemnedthem,andtheymustsubmittotheirpunishment.Theywillalldisappear,likethefabricschildrenbuildwithcards,andwhichfall,onebyone,underthebreathoftheirbuilder,eveniftherearetwohundredofthem.ThreemonthssinceitwasM.deSaint–Meran;MadamedeSaint–Merantwomonthssince;theotherdayitwasBarrois;today,theoldNoirtier,oryoungValentine."

           19IntheoldGreeklegendtheAtreidae,orchildrenofAtreus,weredoomedtopunishmentbecauseoftheabominablecrimeoftheirfather.TheAgamemnonofAeschylusisbasedonthislegend.

           "Youknewit?"criedMorrel,insuchaparoxysmofterrorthatMonteCristostartedhewhomthefallingheavenswouldhavefoundunmoved;"youknewit,andsaidnothing?"

           "Andwhatisittome?"repliedMonteCristo,shrugginghisshoulders;"doIknowthosepeople?andmustIlosetheonetosavetheother?Faith,no,forbetweentheculpritandthevictimIhavenochoice.

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