Граф Монте-Кристо

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           Ifanyonehadsaidtoyourfather,atthemomentheraisedthepistoltohisheadifanyonehadtoldme,wheninmyprisonIpushedbackthefoodIhadnottastedforthreedaysifanyonehadsaidtoeitherofusthen,‘Livethedaywillcomewhenyouwillbehappy,andwillblesslife!’—nomatterwhosevoicehadspoken,weshouldhaveheardhimwiththesmileofdoubt,ortheanguishofincredulityandyethowmanytimeshasyourfatherblessedlifewhileembracingyouhowoftenhaveImyself"—

           "Ah,"exclaimedMorrel,interruptingthecount,"youhadonlylostyourliberty,myfatherhadonlylosthisfortune,butIhavelostValentine."

           "Lookatme,"saidMonteCristo,withthatexpressionwhichsometimesmadehimsoeloquentandpersuasive—"lookatme.Therearenotearsinmyeyes,noristherefeverinmyveins,yetIseeyousufferyou,Maximilian,whomIloveasmyownson.Well,doesnotthistellyouthatingrief,asinlife,thereisalwayssomethingtolookforwardtobeyond?Now,ifIentreat,ifIorderyoutolive,Morrel,itisintheconvictionthatonedayyouwillthankmeforhavingpreservedyourlife."

           "Oh,heavens,"saidtheyoungman,"oh,heavenswhatareyousaying,count?Takecare.Butperhapsyouhaveneverloved!"

           "Child!"repliedthecount.

           "Imean,asIlove.Yousee,IhavebeenasoldiereversinceIattainedmanhood.

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