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"
Pshaw
!
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
you
will
see
him
return
to
you
gay
,
smiling
,
and
joyful
.
"
Maximilian
cast
a
look
of
disdain
,
almost
of
anger
,
on
the
count
.
"
We
must
leave
you
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Before
you
quit
us
,
count
,
"
said
Julie
,
"
will
you
permit
us
to
express
to
you
all
that
the
other
day
"
--
"
Madame
,
"
interrupted
the
count
,
taking
her
two
hands
in
his
,
"
all
that
you
could
say
in
words
would
never
express
what
I
read
in
your
eyes
;
the
thoughts
of
your
heart
are
fully
understood
by
mine
.
Like
benefactors
in
romances
,
I
should
have
left
you
without
seeing
you
again
,
but
that
would
have
been
a
virtue
beyond
my
strength
,
because
I
am
a
weak
and
vain
man
,
fond
of
the
tender
,
kind
,
and
thankful
glances
of
my
fellow-creatures
.
On
the
eve
of
departure
I
carry
my
egotism
so
far
as
to
say
,
'
Do
not
forget
me
,
my
kind
friends
,
for
probably
you
will
never
see
me
again
.
'
"
"
Never
see
you
again
?
"
exclaimed
Emmanuel
,
while
two
large
tears
rolled
down
Julie
's
cheeks
,
"
never
behold
you
again
?
It
is
not
a
man
,
then
,
but
some
angel
that
leaves
us
,
and
this
angel
is
on
the
point
of
returning
to
heaven
after
having
appeared
on
earth
to
do
good
.
"
"
Say
not
so
,
"
quickly
returned
Monte
Cristo
--
"
say
not
so
,
my
friends
;
angels
never
err
,
celestial
beings
remain
where
they
wish
to
be
.
Fate
is
not
more
powerful
than
they
;
it
is
they
who
,
on
the
contrary
,
overcome
fate
.
No
,
Emmanuel
,
I
am
but
a
man
,
and
your
admiration
is
as
unmerited
as
your
words
are
sacrilegious
.
"
And
pressing
his
lips
on
the
hand
of
Julie
,
who
rushed
into
his
arms
,
he
extended
his
other
hand
to
Emmanuel
;
then
tearing
himself
from
this
abode
of
peace
and
happiness
,
he
made
a
sign
to
Maximilian
,
who
followed
him
passively
,
with
the
indifference
which
had
been
perceptible
in
him
ever
since
the
death
of
Valentine
had
so
stunned
him
.
"
Restore
my
brother
to
peace
and
happiness
,
"
whispered
Julie
to
Monte
Cristo
.
And
the
count
pressed
her
hand
in
reply
,
as
he
had
done
eleven
years
before
on
the
staircase
leading
to
Morrel
's
study
.
"
You
still
confide
,
then
,
in
Sinbad
the
Sailor
?
"
asked
he
,
smiling
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
was
the
ready
answer
.
