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"
I
will
prevent
you
.
"
"
And
who
are
you
,
then
,
that
arrogate
to
yourself
this
tyrannical
right
over
free
and
rational
beings
?
"
"
Who
am
I
?
"
repeated
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Listen
;
I
am
the
only
man
in
the
world
having
the
right
to
say
to
you
,
'
Morrel
,
your
father
's
son
shall
not
die
today
;
'
"
and
Monte
Cristo
,
with
an
expression
of
majesty
and
sublimity
,
advanced
with
arms
folded
toward
the
young
man
,
who
,
involuntarily
overcome
by
the
commanding
manner
of
this
man
,
recoiled
a
step
.
"
Why
do
you
mention
my
father
?
"
stammered
he
;
"
why
do
you
mingle
a
recollection
of
him
with
the
affairs
of
today
?
"
"
Because
I
am
he
who
saved
your
father
's
life
when
he
wished
to
destroy
himself
,
as
you
do
today
--
because
I
am
the
man
who
sent
the
purse
to
your
young
sister
,
and
the
Pharaon
to
old
Morrel
--
because
I
am
the
Edmond
Dantes
who
nursed
you
,
a
child
,
on
my
knees
.
"
Morrel
made
another
step
back
,
staggering
,
breathless
,
crushed
;
then
all
his
strength
give
way
,
and
he
fell
prostrate
at
the
feet
of
Monte
Cristo
.
Then
his
admirable
nature
underwent
a
complete
and
sudden
revulsion
;
he
arose
,
rushed
out
of
the
room
and
to
the
stairs
,
exclaiming
energetically
,
"
Julie
,
Julie
--
Emmanuel
,
Emmanuel
!
"
Monte
Cristo
endeavored
also
to
leave
,
but
Maximilian
would
have
died
rather
than
relax
his
hold
of
the
handle
of
the
door
,
which
he
closed
upon
the
count
.
Julie
,
Emmanuel
,
and
some
of
the
servants
,
ran
up
in
alarm
on
hearing
the
cries
of
Maximilian
.
Morrel
seized
their
hands
,
and
opening
the
door
exclaimed
in
a
voice
choked
with
sobs
,
"
On
your
knees
--
on
your
knees
--
he
is
our
benefactor
--
the
saviour
of
our
father
!
He
is
"
--
He
would
have
added
"
Edmond
Dantes
,
"
but
the
count
seized
his
arm
and
prevented
him
.
Julie
threw
herself
into
the
arms
of
the
count
;
Emmanuel
embraced
him
as
a
guardian
angel
;
Morrel
again
fell
on
his
knees
,
and
struck
the
ground
with
his
forehead
.
Then
the
iron-hearted
man
felt
his
heart
swell
in
his
breast
;
a
flame
seemed
to
rush
from
his
throat
to
his
eyes
,
he
bent
his
head
and
wept
.
For
a
while
nothing
was
heard
in
the
room
but
a
succession
of
sobs
,
while
the
incense
from
their
grateful
hearts
mounted
to
heaven
.
Julie
had
scarcely
recovered
from
her
deep
emotion
when
she
rushed
out
of
the
room
,
descended
to
the
next
floor
,
ran
into
the
drawing-room
with
childlike
joy
and
raised
the
crystal
globe
which
covered
the
purse
given
by
the
unknown
of
the
Allees
de
Meillan
.
Meanwhile
,
Emmanuel
in
a
broken
voice
said
to
the
count
,
"
Oh
,
count
,
how
could
you
,
hearing
us
so
often
speak
of
our
unknown
benefactor
,
seeing
us
pay
such
homage
of
gratitude
and
adoration
to
his
memory
--
how
could
you
continue
so
long
without
discovering
yourself
to
us
?
Oh
,
it
was
cruel
to
us
,
and
--
dare
I
say
it
?
--
to
you
also
.
"
"
Listen
,
my
friends
,
"
said
the
count
--
"
I
may
call
you
so
since
we
have
really
been
friends
for
the
last
eleven
years
--
the
discovery
of
this
secret
has
been
occasioned
by
a
great
event
which
you
must
never
know
.
I
wished
to
bury
it
during
my
whole
life
in
my
own
bosom
,
but
your
brother
Maximilian
wrested
it
from
me
by
a
violence
he
repents
of
now
,
I
am
sure
.
"
Then
turning
around
,
and
seeing
that
Morrel
,
still
on
his
knees
,
had
thrown
himself
into
an
arm-chair
,
he
added
in
a
low
voice
,
pressing
Emmanuel
's
hand
significantly
,
"
Watch
over
him
.
"
"
Why
so
?
"
asked
the
young
man
,
surprised
.
