Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pardon.

           "Andhestruckhisbreastwithhisemaciatedfist.

           "ThenIforgiveyou,"saidtheman,droppinghiscloak,andadvancingtothelight.

           "TheCountofMonteCristo!"saidDanglars,morepalefromterrorthanhehadbeenjustbeforefromhungerandmisery.

           "YouaremistakenIamnottheCountofMonteCristo."

           "Thenwhoareyou?"

           "IamhewhomyousoldanddishonoredIamhewhosebetrothedyouprostitutedIamheuponwhomyoutrampledthatyoumightraiseyourselftofortuneIamhewhosefatheryoucondemnedtodieofhungerIamhewhomyoualsocondemnedtostarvation,andwhoyetforgivesyou,becausehehopestobeforgivenIamEdmondDantes!"Danglarsutteredacry,andfellprostrate."Rise,"saidthecount,"yourlifeissafe;thesamegoodfortunehasnothappenedtoyouraccomplicesoneismad,theotherdead.Keepthe50,000francsyouhaveleftIgivethemtoyou.The5,000,000youstolefromthehospitalshasbeenrestoredtothembyanunknownhand.Andnoweatanddrink;Iwillentertainyouto-night.Vampa,whenthismanissatisfied,lethimbefree."Danglarsremainedprostratewhilethecountwithdrew;whenheraisedhisheadhesawdisappearingdownthepassagenothingbutashadow,beforewhichthebanditsbowed

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