The Past.

           ThecountdepartedwithasadheartfromthehouseinwhichhehadleftMercedes,probablynevertobeholdheragain.SincethedeathoflittleEdwardagreatchangehadtakenplaceinMonteCristo.Havingreachedthesummitofhisvengeancebyalongandtortuouspath,hesawanabyssofdoubtyawningbeforehim.Morethanthis,theconversationwhichhadjusttakenplacebetweenMercedesandhimselfhadawakenedsomanyrecollectionsinhisheartthathefeltitnecessarytocombatwiththem.Amanofthecount’stemperamentcouldnotlongindulgeinthatmelancholywhichcanexistincommonminds,butwhichdestroyssuperiorones.Hethoughthemusthavemadeanerrorinhiscalculationsifhenowfoundcausetoblamehimself.

           "Icannothavedeceivedmyself,"hesaid;"Imustlookuponthepastinafalselight.What!"hecontinued,"canIhavebeenfollowingafalsepath?cantheendwhichIproposedbeamistakenend?canonehourhavesufficedtoprovetoanarchitectthattheworkuponwhichhefoundedallhishopeswasanimpossible,ifnotasacrilegious,undertaking?Icannotreconcilemyselftothisideaitwouldmaddenme.ThereasonwhyIamnowdissatisfiedisthatIhavenotaclearappreciationofthepast.Thepast,likethecountrythroughwhichwewalk,becomesindistinctasweadvance.Mypositionislikethatofapersonwoundedinadream;hefeelsthewound,thoughhecannotrecollectwhenhereceivedit.

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