Граф Монте-Кристо

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           "Emmanuellookedaroundtheroomandcaughtsightofthepistols;hiseyesrestedontheweapons,andhepointedtothem.MonteCristobenthishead.Emmanuelwenttowardsthepistols."Leavethem,"saidMonteCristo.ThenwalkingtowardsMorrel,hetookhishand;thetumultuousagitationoftheyoungmanwassucceededbyaprofoundstupor.Juliereturned,holdingthesilkenpurseinherhands,whiletearsofjoyrolleddownhercheeks,likedewdropsontherose.

           "Hereistherelic,"shesaid;"donotthinkitwillbelessdeartousnowweareacquaintedwithourbenefactor!"

           "Mychild,"saidMonteCristo,coloring,"allowmetotakebackthatpurse?Sinceyounowknowmyface,IwishtoberememberedalonethroughtheaffectionIhopeyouwillgrantme.

           "Oh,"saidJulie,pressingthepursetoherheart,"no,no,Ibeseechyoudonottakeit,forsomeunhappydayyouwillleaveus,willyounot?"

           "Youhaveguessedrightly,madame,"repliedMonteCristo,smiling;"inaweekIshallhaveleftthiscountry,wheresomanypersonswhomeritthevengeanceofheavenlivedhappily,whilemyfatherperishedofhungerandgrief."Whileannouncinghisdeparture,thecountfixedhiseyesonMorrel,andremarkedthatthewords,"Ishallhaveleftthiscountry,"hadfailedtorousehimfromhislethargy.

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