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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
Will
you
promise
me
?
"
"
Yes
;
for
I
am
a
man
,
and
have
suffered
like
yourself
,
and
also
contemplated
suicide
;
indeed
,
often
since
misfortune
has
left
me
I
have
longed
for
the
delights
of
an
eternal
sleep
.
"
"
But
you
are
sure
you
will
promise
me
this
?
"
said
Morrel
,
intoxicated
.
"
I
not
only
promise
,
but
swear
it
!
"
said
Monte
Cristo
extending
his
hand
.
"
In
a
month
,
then
,
on
your
honor
,
if
I
am
not
consoled
,
you
will
let
me
take
my
life
into
my
own
hands
,
and
whatever
may
happen
you
will
not
call
me
ungrateful
?
"
"
In
a
month
,
to
the
day
,
the
very
hour
and
the
date
are
sacred
,
Maximilian
.
I
do
not
know
whether
you
remember
that
this
is
the
5th
of
September
;
it
is
ten
years
today
since
I
saved
your
father
's
life
,
who
wished
to
die
.
"
Morrel
seized
the
count
's
hand
and
kissed
it
;
the
count
allowed
him
to
pay
the
homage
he
felt
due
to
him
.
"
In
a
month
you
will
find
on
the
table
,
at
which
we
shall
be
then
sitting
,
good
pistols
and
a
delicious
draught
;
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
you
must
promise
me
not
to
attempt
your
life
before
that
time
"
"
Oh
,
I
also
swear
it
!
"
Monte
Cristo
drew
the
young
man
towards
him
,
and
pressed
him
for
some
time
to
his
heart
.
"
And
now
,
"
he
said
,
"
after
today
,
you
will
come
and
live
with
me
;
you
can
occupy
Haidee
's
apartment
,
and
my
daughter
will
at
least
be
replaced
by
my
son
.
"
"
Haidee
?
"
said
Morrel
,
"
what
has
become
of
her
?
"
"
She
departed
last
night
.
"
"
To
leave
you
?
"
