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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Danglars
thought
of
the
old
man
whom
,
in
his
hours
of
delirium
,
he
had
seen
groaning
on
his
bed
.
He
struck
his
forehead
on
the
ground
and
groaned
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
have
been
some
who
have
suffered
more
than
I
have
,
but
then
they
must
have
been
martyrs
at
least
.
"
"
Do
you
repent
?
"
asked
a
deep
,
solemn
voice
,
which
caused
Danglars
'
hair
to
stand
on
end
.
His
feeble
eyes
endeavored
to
distinguish
objects
,
and
behind
the
bandit
he
saw
a
man
enveloped
in
a
cloak
,
half
lost
in
the
shadow
of
a
stone
column
.
"
Of
what
must
I
repent
?
"
stammered
Danglars
.
"
Of
the
evil
you
have
done
,
"
said
the
voice
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
oh
,
yes
,
I
do
indeed
repent
.
"
And
he
struck
his
breast
with
his
emaciated
fist
.
"
Then
I
forgive
you
,
"
said
the
man
,
dropping
his
cloak
,
and
advancing
to
the
light
.
"
The
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
!
"
said
Danglars
,
more
pale
from
terror
than
he
had
been
just
before
from
hunger
and
misery
.
"
You
are
mistaken
--
I
am
not
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
"
"
Then
who
are
you
?
"
