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"
Impossible
!
"
"
Alas
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
it
is
the
infirmity
of
our
nature
always
to
believe
ourselves
much
more
unhappy
than
those
who
groan
by
our
sides
!
"
"
What
can
be
more
wretched
than
the
man
who
has
lost
all
he
loved
and
desired
in
the
world
?
"
"
Listen
,
Morrel
,
and
pay
attention
to
what
I
am
about
to
tell
you
.
I
knew
a
man
who
like
you
had
fixed
all
his
hopes
of
happiness
upon
a
woman
.
He
was
young
,
he
had
an
old
father
whom
he
loved
,
a
betrothed
bride
whom
he
adored
.
He
was
about
to
marry
her
,
when
one
of
the
caprices
of
fate
--
which
would
almost
make
us
doubt
the
goodness
of
providence
,
if
that
providence
did
not
afterwards
reveal
itself
by
proving
that
all
is
but
a
means
of
conducting
to
an
end
--
one
of
those
caprices
deprived
him
of
his
mistress
,
of
the
future
of
which
he
had
dreamed
(
for
in
his
blindness
he
forgot
he
could
only
read
the
present
)
,
and
cast
him
into
a
dungeon
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
one
quits
a
dungeon
in
a
week
,
a
month
,
or
a
year
.
"
"
He
remained
there
fourteen
years
,
Morrel
,
"
said
the
count
,
placing
his
hand
on
the
young
man
's
shoulder
.
Maximilian
shuddered
.
"
Fourteen
years
!
"
he
muttered
--
"
Fourteen
years
!
"
repeated
the
count
.
"
During
that
time
he
had
many
moments
of
despair
.
He
also
,
Morrel
,
like
you
,
considered
himself
the
unhappiest
of
men
.
"
"
Well
?
"
asked
Morrel
.
"
Well
,
at
the
height
of
his
despair
God
assisted
him
through
human
means
.
At
first
,
perhaps
,
he
did
not
recognize
the
infinite
mercy
of
the
Lord
,
but
at
last
he
took
patience
and
waited
.
One
day
he
miraculously
left
the
prison
,
transformed
,
rich
,
powerful
.
His
first
cry
was
for
his
father
;
but
that
father
was
dead
.
"
