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"
Oh
,
what
a
dreadful
event
!
"
cried
Maximilian
.
"
Not
for
the
countess
,
or
for
Albert
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
;
"
a
dead
father
or
husband
is
better
than
a
dishonored
one
--
blood
washes
out
shame
.
"
"
Poor
countess
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
I
pity
her
very
much
;
she
is
so
noble
a
woman
!
"
"
Pity
Albert
also
,
Maximilian
;
for
believe
me
he
is
the
worthy
son
of
the
countess
.
But
let
us
return
to
yourself
.
You
have
hastened
to
me
--
can
I
have
the
happiness
of
being
useful
to
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
need
your
help
:
that
is
I
thought
like
a
madman
that
you
could
lend
me
your
assistance
in
a
case
where
God
alone
can
succor
me
.
"
"
Tell
me
what
it
is
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
I
know
not
,
indeed
,
if
I
may
reveal
this
secret
to
mortal
ears
,
but
fatality
impels
me
,
necessity
constrains
me
,
count
"
--
Morrel
hesitated
.
"
Do
you
think
I
love
you
?
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
taking
the
young
man
's
hand
affectionately
in
his
.
"
Oh
,
you
encourage
me
,
and
something
tells
me
there
,
"
placing
his
hand
on
his
heart
,
"
that
I
ought
to
have
no
secret
from
you
.
"
"
You
are
right
,
Morrel
;
God
is
speaking
to
your
heart
,
and
your
heart
speaks
to
you
.
Tell
me
what
it
says
.
"
"
Count
,
will
you
allow
me
to
send
Baptistin
to
inquire
after
some
one
you
know
?
"
