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"
Oh
,
heavens
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
"
oh
,
heavens
--
what
are
you
saying
,
count
?
Take
care
.
But
perhaps
you
have
never
loved
!
"
"
Child
!
"
replied
the
count
.
"
I
mean
,
as
I
love
.
You
see
,
I
have
been
a
soldier
ever
since
I
attained
manhood
.
I
reached
the
age
of
twenty-nine
without
loving
,
for
none
of
the
feelings
I
before
then
experienced
merit
the
appellation
of
love
.
Well
,
at
twenty-nine
I
saw
Valentine
;
for
two
years
I
have
loved
her
,
for
two
years
I
have
seen
written
in
her
heart
,
as
in
a
book
,
all
the
virtues
of
a
daughter
and
wife
.
Count
,
to
possess
Valentine
would
have
been
a
happiness
too
infinite
,
too
ecstatic
,
too
complete
,
too
divine
for
this
world
,
since
it
has
been
denied
me
;
but
without
Valentine
the
earth
is
desolate
.
"
"
I
have
told
you
to
hope
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
Then
have
a
care
,
I
repeat
,
for
you
seek
to
persuade
me
,
and
if
you
succeed
I
should
lose
my
reason
,
for
I
should
hope
that
I
could
again
behold
Valentine
.
"
The
count
smiled
.
"
My
friend
,
my
father
,
"
said
Morrel
with
excitement
,
"
have
a
care
,
I
again
repeat
,
for
the
power
you
wield
over
me
alarms
me
.
Weigh
your
words
before
you
speak
,
for
my
eyes
have
already
become
brighter
,
and
my
heart
beats
strongly
;
be
cautious
,
or
you
will
make
me
believe
in
supernatural
agencies
.
I
must
obey
you
,
though
you
bade
me
call
forth
the
dead
or
walk
upon
the
water
.
"
"
Hope
,
my
friend
,
"
repeated
the
count
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Morrel
,
falling
from
the
height
of
excitement
to
the
abyss
of
despair
--
"
ah
,
you
are
playing
with
me
,
like
those
good
,
or
rather
selfish
mothers
who
soothe
their
children
with
honeyed
words
,
because
their
screams
annoy
them
.
No
,
my
friend
,
I
was
wrong
to
caution
you
;
do
not
fear
,
I
will
bury
my
grief
so
deep
in
my
heart
,
I
will
disguise
it
so
,
that
you
shall
not
even
care
to
sympathize
with
me
.
Adieu
,
my
friend
,
adieu
!
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
after
this
time
you
must
live
with
me
--
you
must
not
leave
me
,
and
in
a
week
we
shall
have
left
France
behind
us
.
"
