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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1228/1279
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Morrel
was
dreaming
,
and
Monte
Cristo
was
looking
at
the
dreamer
.
"
Morrel
,
"
said
the
count
to
him
at
length
,
"
do
you
repent
having
followed
me
?
"
"
No
,
count
;
but
to
leave
Paris
"
--
"
If
I
thought
happiness
might
await
you
in
Paris
,
Morrel
,
I
would
have
left
you
there
.
"
"
Valentine
reposes
within
the
walls
of
Paris
,
and
to
leave
Paris
is
like
losing
her
a
second
time
.
"
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
the
friends
that
we
have
lost
do
not
repose
in
the
bosom
of
the
earth
,
but
are
buried
deep
in
our
hearts
,
and
it
has
been
thus
ordained
that
we
may
always
be
accompanied
by
them
.
I
have
two
friends
,
who
in
this
way
never
depart
from
me
;
the
one
who
gave
me
being
,
and
the
other
who
conferred
knowledge
and
intelligence
on
me
.
Their
spirits
live
in
me
.
I
consult
them
when
doubtful
,
and
if
I
ever
do
any
good
,
it
is
due
to
their
beneficent
counsels
.
Listen
to
the
voice
of
your
heart
,
Morrel
,
and
ask
it
whether
you
ought
to
preserve
this
melancholy
exterior
towards
me
.
"
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
the
voice
of
my
heart
is
very
sorrowful
,
and
promises
me
nothing
but
misfortune
.
"
"
It
is
the
way
of
weakened
minds
to
see
everything
through
a
black
cloud
.
The
soul
forms
its
own
horizons
;
your
soul
is
darkened
,
and
consequently
the
sky
of
the
future
appears
stormy
and
unpromising
.
"
"
That
may
possibly
be
true
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
and
he
again
subsided
into
his
thoughtful
mood
.
