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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
I
can
not
explain
myself
;
but
watch
over
him
.
"
Emmanuel
looked
around
the
room
and
caught
sight
of
the
pistols
;
his
eyes
rested
on
the
weapons
,
and
he
pointed
to
them
.
Monte
Cristo
bent
his
head
.
Emmanuel
went
towards
the
pistols
.
"
Leave
them
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
Then
walking
towards
Morrel
,
he
took
his
hand
;
the
tumultuous
agitation
of
the
young
man
was
succeeded
by
a
profound
stupor
.
Julie
returned
,
holding
the
silken
purse
in
her
hands
,
while
tears
of
joy
rolled
down
her
cheeks
,
like
dewdrops
on
the
rose
.
"
Here
is
the
relic
,
"
she
said
;
"
do
not
think
it
will
be
less
dear
to
us
now
we
are
acquainted
with
our
benefactor
!
"
"
My
child
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
coloring
,
"
allow
me
to
take
back
that
purse
?
Since
you
now
know
my
face
,
I
wish
to
be
remembered
alone
through
the
affection
I
hope
you
will
grant
me
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Julie
,
pressing
the
purse
to
her
heart
,
"
no
,
no
,
I
beseech
you
do
not
take
it
,
for
some
unhappy
day
you
will
leave
us
,
will
you
not
?
"
"
You
have
guessed
rightly
,
madame
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
,
smiling
;
"
in
a
week
I
shall
have
left
this
country
,
where
so
many
persons
who
merit
the
vengeance
of
heaven
lived
happily
,
while
my
father
perished
of
hunger
and
grief
.
"
While
announcing
his
departure
,
the
count
fixed
his
eyes
on
Morrel
,
and
remarked
that
the
words
,
"
I
shall
have
left
this
country
,
"
had
failed
to
rouse
him
from
his
lethargy
.
He
then
saw
that
he
must
make
another
struggle
against
the
grief
of
his
friend
,
and
taking
the
hands
of
Emmanuel
and
Julie
,
which
he
pressed
within
his
own
,
he
said
with
the
mild
authority
of
a
father
,
"
My
kind
friends
,
leave
me
alone
with
Maximilian
.
"
Julie
saw
the
means
offered
of
carrying
off
her
precious
relic
,
which
Monte
Cristo
had
forgotten
.
She
drew
her
husband
to
the
door
.
"
Let
us
leave
them
,
"
she
said
.
The
count
was
alone
with
Morrel
,
who
remained
motionless
as
a
statue
.
"
Come
,
"
said
Monte
--
Cristo
,
touching
his
shoulder
with
his
finger
,
"
are
you
a
man
again
,
Maximilian
?
"
"
Yes
;
for
I
begin
to
suffer
again
.
"
The
count
frowned
,
apparently
in
gloomy
hesitation
.
