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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1076/1279
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"
Oh
,
this
time
,
doctor
,
you
shall
not
have
to
reproach
me
with
weakness
.
This
time
I
will
know
the
assassin
,
and
will
pursue
him
.
"
"
Let
us
try
first
to
save
the
victim
before
we
think
of
revenging
her
,
"
said
d'Avrigny
.
"
Come
.
"
The
same
cabriolet
which
had
brought
Villefort
took
them
back
at
full
speed
,
and
at
this
moment
Morrel
rapped
at
Monte
Cristo
's
door
.
The
count
was
in
his
study
and
was
reading
with
an
angry
look
something
which
Bertuccio
had
brought
in
haste
.
Hearing
the
name
of
Morrel
,
who
had
left
him
only
two
hours
before
,
the
count
raised
his
head
,
arose
,
and
sprang
to
meet
him
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Maximilian
?
"
asked
he
;
"
you
are
pale
,
and
the
perspiration
rolls
from
your
forehead
.
"
Morrel
fell
into
a
chair
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
came
quickly
;
I
wanted
to
speak
to
you
.
"
"
Are
all
your
family
well
?
"
asked
the
count
,
with
an
affectionate
benevolence
,
whose
sincerity
no
one
could
for
a
moment
doubt
.
"
Thank
you
,
count
--
thank
you
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
evidently
embarrassed
how
to
begin
the
conversation
;
"
yes
,
every
one
in
my
family
is
well
.
"
"
So
much
the
better
;
yet
you
have
something
to
tell
me
?
"
replied
the
count
with
increased
anxiety
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
it
is
true
;
I
have
but
now
left
a
house
where
death
has
just
entered
,
to
run
to
you
.
"
"
Are
you
then
come
from
M.
de
Morcerf
's
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
.
"
No
,
"
said
Morrel
;
"
is
some
one
dead
in
his
house
?
"
"
The
general
has
just
blown
his
brains
out
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
with
great
coolness
.
