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"
But
not
mine
,
mother
,
"
replied
Albert
.
"
I
am
young
and
strong
;
I
believe
I
am
courageous
,
and
since
yesterday
I
have
learned
the
power
of
will
.
Alas
,
my
dear
mother
,
some
have
suffered
so
much
,
and
yet
live
,
and
have
raised
a
new
fortune
on
the
ruin
of
all
the
promises
of
happiness
which
heaven
had
made
them
--
on
the
fragments
of
all
the
hope
which
God
had
given
them
!
I
have
seen
that
,
mother
;
I
know
that
from
the
gulf
in
which
their
enemies
have
plunged
them
they
have
risen
with
so
much
vigor
and
glory
that
in
their
turn
they
have
ruled
their
former
conquerors
,
and
have
punished
them
.
No
,
mother
;
from
this
moment
I
have
done
with
the
past
,
and
accept
nothing
from
it
--
not
even
a
name
,
because
you
can
understand
that
your
son
can
not
bear
the
name
of
a
man
who
ought
to
blush
for
it
before
another
.
"
"
Albert
,
my
child
,
"
said
Mercedes
,
"
if
I
had
a
stronger
heart
,
that
is
the
counsel
I
would
have
given
you
;
your
conscience
has
spoken
when
my
voice
became
too
weak
;
listen
to
its
dictates
.
You
had
friends
,
Albert
;
break
off
their
acquaintance
.
But
do
not
despair
;
you
have
life
before
you
,
my
dear
Albert
,
for
you
are
yet
scarcely
twenty-two
years
old
;
and
as
a
pure
heart
like
yours
wants
a
spotless
name
,
take
my
father
's
--
it
was
Herrera
.
I
am
sure
,
my
dear
Albert
,
whatever
may
be
your
career
,
you
will
soon
render
that
name
illustrious
.
Then
,
my
son
,
return
to
the
world
still
more
brilliant
because
of
your
former
sorrows
;
and
if
I
am
wrong
,
still
let
me
cherish
these
hopes
,
for
I
have
no
future
to
look
forward
to
.
For
me
the
grave
opens
when
I
pass
the
threshold
of
this
house
.
"
"
I
will
fulfil
all
your
wishes
,
my
dear
mother
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
Yes
,
I
share
your
hopes
;
the
anger
of
heaven
will
not
pursue
us
,
since
you
are
pure
and
I
am
innocent
.
But
,
since
our
resolution
is
formed
,
let
us
act
promptly
.
M.
de
Morcerf
went
out
about
half
an
hour
ago
;
the
opportunity
is
favorable
to
avoid
an
explanation
.
"
"
I
am
ready
,
my
son
,
"
said
Mercedes
.
Albert
ran
to
fetch
a
carriage
.
He
recollected
that
there
was
a
small
furnished
house
to
let
in
the
Rue
de
Saints
Peres
,
where
his
mother
would
find
a
humble
but
decent
lodging
,
and
thither
he
intended
conducting
the
countess
.
As
the
carriage
stopped
at
the
door
,
and
Albert
was
alighting
,
a
man
approached
and
gave
him
a
letter
.
Albert
recognized
the
bearer
.
"
From
the
count
,
"
said
Bertuccio
.
Albert
took
the
letter
,
opened
,
and
read
it
,
then
looked
round
for
Bertuccio
,
but
he
was
gone
.
He
returned
to
Mercedes
with
tears
in
his
eyes
and
heaving
breast
,
and
without
uttering
a
word
he
gave
her
the
letter
.
Mercedes
read
:
--
Albert
--
While
showing
you
that
I
have
discovered
your
plans
,
I
hope
also
to
convince
you
of
my
delicacy
.
You
are
free
,
you
leave
the
count
's
house
,
and
you
take
your
mother
to
your
home
;
but
reflect
,
Albert
,
you
owe
her
more
than
your
poor
noble
heart
can
pay
her
.
Keep
the
struggle
for
yourself
,
bear
all
the
suffering
,
but
spare
her
the
trial
of
poverty
which
must
accompany
your
first
efforts
;
for
she
deserves
not
even
the
shadow
of
the
misfortune
which
has
this
day
fallen
on
her
,
and
providence
is
not
willing
that
the
innocent
should
suffer
for
the
guilty
.
I
know
you
are
going
to
leave
the
Rue
du
Helder
without
taking
anything
with
you
.
Do
not
seek
to
know
how
I
discovered
it
;
I
know
it
--
that
is
sufficient
.
Now
,
listen
,
Albert
.
Twenty-four
years
ago
I
returned
,
proud
and
joyful
,
to
my
country
.
I
had
a
betrothed
,
Albert
,
a
lovely
girl
whom
I
adored
,
and
I
was
bringing
to
my
betrothed
a
hundred
and
fifty
louis
,
painfully
amassed
by
ceaseless
toil
.
This
money
was
for
her
;
I
destined
it
for
her
,
and
,
knowing
the
treachery
of
the
sea
I
buried
our
treasure
in
the
little
garden
of
the
house
my
father
lived
in
at
Marseilles
,
on
the
Allees
de
Meillan
.
Your
mother
,
Albert
,
knows
that
poor
house
well
A
short
time
since
I
passed
through
Marseilles
,
and
went
to
see
the
old
place
,
which
revived
so
many
painful
recollections
;
and
in
the
evening
I
took
a
spade
and
dug
in
the
corner
of
the
garden
where
I
had
concealed
my
treasure
.
The
iron
box
was
there
--
no
one
had
touched
it
--
under
a
beautiful
fig-tree
my
father
had
planted
the
day
I
was
born
,
which
overshadowed
the
spot
.
Well
,
Albert
,
this
money
,
which
was
formerly
designed
to
promote
the
comfort
and
tranquillity
of
the
woman
I
adored
,
may
now
,
through
strange
and
painful
circumstances
,
be
devoted
to
the
same
purpose
.
Oh
,
feel
for
me
,
who
could
offer
millions
to
that
poor
woman
,
but
who
return
her
only
the
piece
of
black
bread
forgotten
under
my
poor
roof
since
the
day
I
was
torn
from
her
I
loved
.
You
are
a
generous
man
,
Albert
,
but
perhaps
you
may
be
blinded
by
pride
or
resentment
;
if
you
refuse
me
,
if
you
ask
another
for
what
I
have
a
right
to
offer
you
,
I
will
say
it
is
ungenerous
of
you
to
refuse
the
life
of
your
mother
at
the
hands
of
a
man
whose
father
was
allowed
by
your
father
to
die
in
all
the
horrors
of
poverty
and
despair
.
Albert
stood
pale
and
motionless
to
hear
what
his
mother
would
decide
after
she
had
finished
reading
this
letter
.
Mercedes
turned
her
eyes
with
an
ineffable
look
towards
heaven
.
"
I
accept
it
,
"
said
she
;
"
he
has
a
right
to
pay
the
dowry
,
which
I
shall
take
with
me
to
some
convent
!
"
Putting
the
letter
in
her
bosom
,
she
took
her
son
's
arm
,
and
with
a
firmer
step
than
she
even
herself
expected
she
went
down-stairs
.
