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I
overcame
every
obstacle
,
and
reached
the
goal
;
but
woe
to
those
who
stood
in
my
pathway
!
"
"
Enough
,
"
said
Mercedes
;
"
enough
,
Edmond
!
Believe
me
,
that
she
who
alone
recognized
you
has
been
the
only
one
to
comprehend
you
;
and
had
she
crossed
your
path
,
and
you
had
crushed
her
like
glass
,
still
,
Edmond
,
still
she
must
have
admired
you
!
Like
the
gulf
between
me
and
the
past
,
there
is
an
abyss
between
you
,
Edmond
,
and
the
rest
of
mankind
;
and
I
tell
you
freely
that
the
comparison
I
draw
between
you
and
other
men
will
ever
be
one
of
my
greatest
tortures
.
No
,
there
is
nothing
in
the
world
to
resemble
you
in
worth
and
goodness
!
But
we
must
say
farewell
,
Edmond
,
and
let
us
part
.
"
"
Before
I
leave
you
,
Mercedes
,
have
you
no
request
to
make
?
"
said
the
count
.
"
I
desire
but
one
thing
in
this
world
,
Edmond
--
the
happiness
of
my
son
.
"
"
Pray
to
the
Almighty
to
spare
his
life
,
and
I
will
take
upon
myself
to
promote
his
happiness
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Edmond
.
"
"
But
have
you
no
request
to
make
for
yourself
,
Mercedes
?
"
"
For
myself
I
want
nothing
.
I
live
,
as
it
were
,
between
two
graves
.
One
is
that
of
Edmond
Dantes
,
lost
to
me
long
,
long
since
.
He
had
my
love
!
That
word
ill
becomes
my
faded
lip
now
,
but
it
is
a
memory
dear
to
my
heart
,
and
one
that
I
would
not
lose
for
all
that
the
world
contains
.
The
other
grave
is
that
of
the
man
who
met
his
death
from
the
hand
of
Edmond
Dantes
.
I
approve
of
the
deed
,
but
I
must
pray
for
the
dead
.
"
"
Your
son
shall
be
happy
,
Mercedes
,
"
repeated
the
count
.
