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"
He
possesses
a
noble
heart
,
madame
,
"
replied
the
count
,
"
and
he
has
acted
rightly
.
He
feels
that
every
man
owes
a
tribute
to
his
country
;
some
contribute
their
talents
,
others
their
industry
;
these
devote
their
blood
,
those
their
nightly
labors
,
to
the
same
cause
.
Had
he
remained
with
you
,
his
life
must
have
become
a
hateful
burden
,
nor
would
he
have
participated
in
your
griefs
.
He
will
increase
in
strength
and
honor
by
struggling
with
adversity
,
which
he
will
convert
into
prosperity
.
Leave
him
to
build
up
the
future
for
you
,
and
I
venture
to
say
you
will
confide
it
to
safe
hands
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
replied
the
wretched
woman
,
mournfully
shaking
her
head
,
"
the
prosperity
of
which
you
speak
,
and
which
,
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart
,
I
pray
God
in
his
mercy
to
grant
him
,
I
can
never
enjoy
.
The
bitter
cup
of
adversity
has
been
drained
by
me
to
the
very
dregs
,
and
I
feel
that
the
grave
is
not
far
distant
.
You
have
acted
kindly
,
count
,
in
bringing
me
back
to
the
place
where
I
have
enjoyed
so
much
bliss
.
I
ought
to
meet
death
on
the
same
spot
where
happiness
was
once
all
my
own
.
"
"
Alas
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
your
words
sear
and
embitter
my
heart
,
the
more
so
as
you
have
every
reason
to
hate
me
.
I
have
been
the
cause
of
all
your
misfortunes
;
but
why
do
you
pity
,
instead
of
blaming
me
?
You
render
me
still
more
unhappy
"
--
"
Hate
you
,
blame
you
--
you
,
Edmond
!
Hate
,
reproach
,
the
man
that
has
spared
my
son
's
life
!
For
was
it
not
your
fatal
and
sanguinary
intention
to
destroy
that
son
of
whom
M.
de
Morcerf
was
so
proud
?
Oh
,
look
at
me
closely
,
and
discover
if
you
can
even
the
semblance
of
a
reproach
in
me
.
"
The
count
looked
up
and
fixed
his
eyes
on
Mercedes
,
who
arose
partly
from
her
seat
and
extended
both
her
hands
towards
him
.
"
Oh
,
look
at
me
,
"
continued
she
,
with
a
feeling
of
profound
melancholy
,
"
my
eyes
no
longer
dazzle
by
their
brilliancy
,
for
the
time
has
long
fled
since
I
used
to
smile
on
Edmond
Dantes
,
who
anxiously
looked
out
for
me
from
the
window
of
yonder
garret
,
then
inhabited
by
his
old
father
.
Years
of
grief
have
created
an
abyss
between
those
days
and
the
present
.
I
neither
reproach
you
nor
hate
you
,
my
friend
.
Oh
,
no
,
Edmond
,
it
is
myself
that
I
blame
,
myself
that
I
hate
!
Oh
,
miserable
creature
that
I
am
!
"
cried
she
,
clasping
her
hands
,
and
raising
her
eyes
to
heaven
.
"
I
once
possessed
piety
,
innocence
,
and
love
,
the
three
ingredients
of
the
happiness
of
angels
,
and
now
what
am
I
?
"
Monte
Cristo
approached
her
,
and
silently
took
her
hand
.
"
No
,
"
said
she
,
withdrawing
it
gently
--
"
no
,
my
friend
,
touch
me
not
.
You
have
spared
me
,
yet
of
all
those
who
have
fallen
under
your
vengeance
I
was
the
most
guilty
.
They
were
influenced
by
hatred
,
by
avarice
,
and
by
self-love
;
but
I
was
base
,
and
for
want
of
courage
acted
against
my
judgment
.
Nay
,
do
not
press
my
hand
,
Edmond
;
you
are
thinking
,
I
am
sure
,
of
some
kind
speech
to
console
me
,
but
do
not
utter
it
to
me
,
reserve
it
for
others
more
worthy
of
your
kindness
.
See
"
(
and
she
exposed
her
face
completely
to
view
)
--
"
see
,
misfortune
has
silvered
my
hair
,
my
eyes
have
shed
so
many
tears
that
they
are
encircled
by
a
rim
of
purple
,
and
my
brow
is
wrinkled
.
You
,
Edmond
,
on
the
contrary
--
you
are
still
young
,
handsome
,
dignified
;
it
is
because
you
have
had
faith
;
because
you
have
had
strength
,
because
you
have
had
trust
in
God
,
and
God
has
sustained
you
.
But
as
for
me
,
I
have
been
a
coward
;
I
have
denied
God
and
he
has
abandoned
me
.
"
Mercedes
burst
into
tears
;
her
woman
's
heart
was
breaking
under
its
load
of
memories
.
Monte
Cristo
took
her
hand
and
imprinted
a
kiss
on
it
;
but
she
herself
felt
that
it
was
a
kiss
of
no
greater
warmth
than
he
would
have
bestowed
on
the
hand
of
some
marble
statue
of
a
saint
.
"
It
often
happens
,
"
continued
she
,
"
that
a
first
fault
destroys
the
prospects
of
a
whole
life
.
I
believed
you
dead
;
why
did
I
survive
you
?
What
good
has
it
done
me
to
mourn
for
you
eternally
in
the
secret
recesses
of
my
heart
?
--
only
to
make
a
woman
of
thirty-nine
look
like
a
woman
of
fifty
.
Why
,
having
recognized
you
,
and
I
the
only
one
to
do
so
--
why
was
I
able
to
save
my
son
alone
?
Ought
I
not
also
to
have
rescued
the
man
that
I
had
accepted
for
a
husband
,
guilty
though
he
were
?
Yet
I
let
him
die
!
What
do
I
say
?
Oh
,
merciful
heavens
,
was
I
not
accessory
to
his
death
by
my
supine
insensibility
,
by
my
contempt
for
him
,
not
remembering
,
or
not
willing
to
remember
,
that
it
was
for
my
sake
he
had
become
a
traitor
and
a
perjurer
?
In
what
am
I
benefited
by
accompanying
my
son
so
far
,
since
I
now
abandon
him
,
and
allow
him
to
depart
alone
to
the
baneful
climate
of
Africa
?
Oh
,
I
have
been
base
,
cowardly
,
I
tell
you
;
I
have
abjured
my
affections
,
and
like
all
renegades
I
am
of
evil
omen
to
those
who
surround
me
!
"
"
No
,
Mercedes
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
no
;
you
judge
yourself
with
too
much
severity
.
You
are
a
noble-minded
woman
,
and
it
was
your
grief
that
disarmed
me
.
Still
I
was
but
an
agent
,
led
on
by
an
invisible
and
offended
Deity
,
who
chose
not
to
withhold
the
fatal
blow
that
I
was
destined
to
hurl
.
I
take
that
God
to
witness
,
at
whose
feet
I
have
prostrated
myself
daily
for
the
last
ten
years
,
that
I
would
have
sacrificed
my
life
to
you
,
and
with
my
life
the
projects
that
were
indissolubly
linked
with
it
.
But
--
and
I
say
it
with
some
pride
,
Mercedes
--
God
needed
me
,
and
I
lived
.
Examine
the
past
and
the
present
,
and
endeavor
to
dive
into
futurity
,
and
then
say
whether
I
am
not
a
divine
instrument
.
The
most
dreadful
misfortunes
,
the
most
frightful
sufferings
,
the
abandonment
of
all
those
who
loved
me
,
the
persecution
of
those
who
did
not
know
me
,
formed
the
trials
of
my
youth
;
when
suddenly
,
from
captivity
,
solitude
,
misery
,
I
was
restored
to
light
and
liberty
,
and
became
the
possessor
of
a
fortune
so
brilliant
,
so
unbounded
,
so
unheard-of
,
that
I
must
have
been
blind
not
to
be
conscious
that
God
had
endowed
me
with
it
to
work
out
his
own
great
designs
.
From
that
time
I
looked
upon
this
fortune
as
something
confided
to
me
for
an
especial
purpose
.
Not
a
thought
was
given
to
a
life
which
you
once
,
Mercedes
,
had
the
power
to
render
blissful
;
not
one
hour
of
peaceful
calm
was
mine
;
but
I
felt
myself
driven
on
like
an
exterminating
angel
.
Like
adventurous
captains
about
to
embark
on
some
enterprise
full
of
danger
,
I
laid
in
my
provisions
,
I
loaded
my
weapons
,
I
collected
every
means
of
attack
and
defence
;
I
inured
my
body
to
the
most
violent
exercises
,
my
soul
to
the
bitterest
trials
;
I
taught
my
arm
to
slay
,
my
eyes
to
behold
excruciating
sufferings
,
and
my
mouth
to
smile
at
the
most
horrid
spectacles
.
Good-natured
,
confiding
,
and
forgiving
as
I
had
been
,
I
became
revengeful
,
cunning
,
and
wicked
,
or
rather
,
immovable
as
fate
.
Then
I
launched
out
into
the
path
that
was
opened
to
me
.
