Граф Монте-Кристо

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           "

           "Havepityonme,count!"

           "Ifeelsomuchpitytowardsyou,Maximilian,thatlistentomeattentivelyifIdonotcureyouinamonth,totheday,totheveryhour,markmywords,Morrel,Iwillplaceloadedpistolsbeforeyou,andacupofthedeadliestItalianpoisonapoisonmoresureandpromptthanthatwhichhaskilledValentine."

           "Willyoupromiseme?"

           "Yes;forIamaman,andhavesufferedlikeyourself,andalsocontemplatedsuicide;indeed,oftensincemisfortunehasleftmeIhavelongedforthedelightsofaneternalsleep."

           "Butyouaresureyouwillpromisemethis?"saidMorrel,intoxicated."Inotonlypromise,butswearit!"saidMonteCristoextendinghishand.

           "Inamonth,then,onyourhonor,ifIamnotconsoled,youwillletmetakemylifeintomyownhands,andwhatevermayhappenyouwillnotcallmeungrateful?"

           "Inamonth,totheday,theveryhourandthedatearesacred,Maximilian.Idonotknowwhetheryourememberthatthisisthe5thofSeptember;itistenyearstodaysinceIsavedyourfather’slife,whowishedtodie."Morrelseizedthecount’shandandkissedit;thecountallowedhimtopaythehomagehefeltduetohim."Inamonthyouwillfindonthetable,atwhichweshallbethensitting,goodpistolsandadeliciousdraught;but,ontheotherhand,youmustpromisemenottoattemptyourlifebeforethattime

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