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"
I
come
to
tell
you
that
you
have
sufficiently
repaid
your
debt
,
and
that
from
this
moment
I
will
pray
to
God
to
forgive
you
,
as
I
do
.
"
"
Good
heavens
!
"
exclaimed
Villefort
,
stepping
back
fearfully
,
"
surely
that
is
not
the
voice
of
the
Abbe
Busoni
!
"
"
No
!
"
The
abbe
threw
off
his
wig
,
shook
his
head
,
and
his
hair
,
no
longer
confined
,
fell
in
black
masses
around
his
manly
face
.
"
It
is
the
face
of
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
!
"
exclaimed
the
procureur
,
with
a
haggard
expression
.
"
You
are
not
exactly
right
,
M.
Procureur
;
you
must
go
farther
back
.
"
"
That
voice
,
that
voice
!
--
where
did
I
first
hear
it
?
"
"
You
heard
it
for
the
first
time
at
Marseilles
,
twenty-three
years
ago
,
the
day
of
your
marriage
with
Mademoiselle
de
Saint
--
Meran
.
Refer
to
your
papers
.
"
"
You
are
not
Busoni
?
--
you
are
not
Monte
Cristo
?
Oh
,
heavens
--
you
are
,
then
,
some
secret
,
implacable
,
and
mortal
enemy
!
I
must
have
wronged
you
in
some
way
at
Marseilles
.
Oh
,
woe
to
me
!
"
"
Yes
;
you
are
now
on
the
right
path
,
"
said
the
count
,
crossing
his
arms
over
his
broad
chest
;
"
search
--
search
!
"
