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"
Well
,
what
do
you
wish
me
to
do
?
Do
you
wish
me
,
for
instance
,
to
give
information
to
the
procureur
?
"
Monte
Cristo
uttered
the
last
words
with
so
much
meaning
that
Morrel
,
starting
up
,
cried
out
,
"
You
know
of
whom
I
speak
,
count
,
do
you
not
?
"
"
Perfectly
well
,
my
good
friend
;
and
I
will
prove
it
to
you
by
putting
the
dots
to
the
'
i
,
'
or
rather
by
naming
the
persons
.
You
were
walking
one
evening
in
M.
de
Villefort
's
garden
;
from
what
you
relate
,
I
suppose
it
to
have
been
the
evening
of
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
's
death
.
You
heard
M.
de
Villefort
talking
to
M.
d'Avrigny
about
the
death
of
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
and
that
no
less
surprising
,
of
the
countess
.
M.
d'Avrigny
said
he
believed
they
both
proceeded
from
poison
;
and
you
,
honest
man
,
have
ever
since
been
asking
your
heart
and
sounding
your
conscience
to
know
if
you
ought
to
expose
or
conceal
this
secret
.
Why
do
you
torment
them
?
'
Conscience
,
what
hast
thou
to
do
with
me
?
'
as
Sterne
said
.
My
dear
fellow
,
let
them
sleep
on
,
if
they
are
asleep
;
let
them
grow
pale
in
their
drowsiness
,
if
they
are
disposed
to
do
so
,
and
pray
do
you
remain
in
peace
,
who
have
no
remorse
to
disturb
you
.
"
Deep
grief
was
depicted
on
Morrel
's
features
;
he
seized
Monte
Cristo
's
hand
.
"
But
it
is
beginning
again
,
I
say
!
"
"
Well
,
"
said
the
Count
,
astonished
at
his
perseverance
,
which
he
could
not
understand
,
and
looking
still
more
earnestly
at
Maximilian
,
"
let
it
begin
again
--
it
is
like
the
house
of
the
Atreidae
;
19
God
has
condemned
them
,
and
they
must
submit
to
their
punishment
.
They
will
all
disappear
,
like
the
fabrics
children
build
with
cards
,
and
which
fall
,
one
by
one
,
under
the
breath
of
their
builder
,
even
if
there
are
two
hundred
of
them
.
Three
months
since
it
was
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
;
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
two
months
since
;
the
other
day
it
was
Barrois
;
today
,
the
old
Noirtier
,
or
young
Valentine
.
"
19
In
the
old
Greek
legend
the
Atreidae
,
or
children
of
Atreus
,
were
doomed
to
punishment
because
of
the
abominable
crime
of
their
father
.
The
Agamemnon
of
Aeschylus
is
based
on
this
legend
.
"
You
knew
it
?
"
cried
Morrel
,
in
such
a
paroxysm
of
terror
that
Monte
Cristo
started
--
he
whom
the
falling
heavens
would
have
found
unmoved
;
"
you
knew
it
,
and
said
nothing
?
"
"
And
what
is
it
to
me
?
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
;
"
do
I
know
those
people
?
and
must
I
lose
the
one
to
save
the
other
?
Faith
,
no
,
for
between
the
culprit
and
the
victim
I
have
no
choice
.
"
"
But
I
,
"
cried
Morrel
,
groaning
with
sorrow
,
"
I
love
her
!
"
"
You
love
?
--
whom
?
"
cried
Monte
Cristo
,
starting
to
his
feet
,
and
seizing
the
two
hands
which
Morrel
was
raising
towards
heaven
.
