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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
I
have
already
had
the
honor
of
telling
you
I
was
,
"
said
Morrel
.
The
count
looked
around
him
.
"
Your
pistols
are
beside
your
desk
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
pointing
with
his
finger
to
the
pistols
on
the
table
.
"
I
am
on
the
point
of
starting
on
a
journey
,
"
replied
Morrel
disdainfully
.
"
My
friend
,
"
exclaimed
Monte
Cristo
in
a
tone
of
exquisite
sweetness
.
"
Sir
?
"
"
My
friend
,
my
dear
Maximilian
,
do
not
make
a
hasty
resolution
,
I
entreat
you
.
"
"
I
make
a
hasty
resolution
?
"
said
Morrel
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
;
"
is
there
anything
extraordinary
in
a
journey
?
"
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
let
us
both
lay
aside
the
mask
we
have
assumed
.
You
no
more
deceive
me
with
that
false
calmness
than
I
impose
upon
you
with
my
frivolous
solicitude
.
You
can
understand
,
can
you
not
,
that
to
have
acted
as
I
have
done
,
to
have
broken
that
glass
,
to
have
intruded
on
the
solitude
of
a
friend
--
you
can
understand
that
,
to
have
done
all
this
,
I
must
have
been
actuated
by
real
uneasiness
,
or
rather
by
a
terrible
conviction
.
Morrel
,
you
are
going
to
destroy
yourself
!
"
"
Indeed
,
count
,
"
said
Morrel
,
shuddering
;
"
what
has
put
this
into
your
head
?
"
"
I
tell
you
that
you
are
about
to
destroy
yourself
,
"
continued
the
count
,
"
and
here
is
proof
of
what
I
say
;
"
and
,
approaching
the
desk
,
he
removed
the
sheet
of
paper
which
Morrel
had
placed
over
the
letter
he
had
begun
,
and
took
the
latter
in
his
hands
.
