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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Morrel
had
indeed
placed
a
cross
over
the
spot
,
but
it
had
fallen
down
and
the
grave-digger
had
burnt
it
,
as
he
did
all
the
old
wood
in
the
churchyard
.
The
worthy
merchant
had
been
more
fortunate
.
Dying
in
the
arms
of
his
children
,
he
had
been
by
them
laid
by
the
side
of
his
wife
,
who
had
preceded
him
in
eternity
by
two
years
.
Two
large
slabs
of
marble
,
on
which
were
inscribed
their
names
,
were
placed
on
either
side
of
a
little
enclosure
,
railed
in
,
and
shaded
by
four
cypress-trees
.
Morrel
was
leaning
against
one
of
these
,
mechanically
fixing
his
eyes
on
the
graves
.
His
grief
was
so
profound
that
he
was
nearly
unconscious
.
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
you
should
not
look
on
the
graves
,
but
there
;
"
and
he
pointed
upwards
.
"
The
dead
are
everywhere
,
"
said
Morrel
;
"
did
you
not
yourself
tell
me
so
as
we
left
Paris
?
"
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
you
asked
me
during
the
journey
to
allow
you
to
remain
some
days
at
Marseilles
.
Do
you
still
wish
to
do
so
?
"
"
I
have
no
wishes
,
count
;
only
I
fancy
I
could
pass
the
time
less
painfully
here
than
anywhere
else
.
"
"
So
much
the
better
,
for
I
must
leave
you
;
but
I
carry
your
word
with
me
,
do
I
not
?
"
"
Ah
,
count
,
I
shall
forget
it
.
"
"
No
,
you
will
not
forget
it
,
because
you
are
a
man
of
honor
,
Morrel
,
because
you
have
taken
an
oath
,
and
are
about
to
do
so
again
.
"
"
Oh
,
count
,
have
pity
upon
me
.
I
am
so
unhappy
.
"
"
I
have
known
a
man
much
more
unfortunate
than
you
,
Morrel
.
"
