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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1245/1279
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"
My
father
,
too
,
is
dead
,
"
said
Morrel
.
"
Yes
;
but
your
father
died
in
your
arms
,
happy
,
respected
,
rich
,
and
full
of
years
;
his
father
died
poor
,
despairing
,
almost
doubtful
of
providence
;
and
when
his
son
sought
his
grave
ten
years
afterwards
,
his
tomb
had
disappeared
,
and
no
one
could
say
,
'
There
sleeps
the
father
you
so
well
loved
.
'
"
"
Oh
!
"
exclaimed
Morrel
.
"
He
was
,
then
,
a
more
unhappy
son
than
you
,
Morrel
,
for
he
could
not
even
find
his
father
's
grave
.
"
"
But
then
he
had
the
woman
he
loved
still
remaining
?
"
"
You
are
deceived
,
Morrel
,
that
woman
"
--
"
She
was
dead
?
"
"
Worse
than
that
,
she
was
faithless
,
and
had
married
one
of
the
persecutors
of
her
betrothed
.
You
see
,
then
,
Morrel
,
that
he
was
a
more
unhappy
lover
than
you
.
"
"
And
has
he
found
consolation
?
"
"
He
has
at
least
found
peace
.
"
