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"
I
am
he
whom
you
sold
and
dishonored
--
I
am
he
whose
betrothed
you
prostituted
--
I
am
he
upon
whom
you
trampled
that
you
might
raise
yourself
to
fortune
--
I
am
he
whose
father
you
condemned
to
die
of
hunger
--
I
am
he
whom
you
also
condemned
to
starvation
,
and
who
yet
forgives
you
,
because
he
hopes
to
be
forgiven
--
I
am
Edmond
Dantes
!
"
Danglars
uttered
a
cry
,
and
fell
prostrate
.
"
Rise
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
your
life
is
safe
;
the
same
good
fortune
has
not
happened
to
your
accomplices
--
one
is
mad
,
the
other
dead
.
Keep
the
50,000
francs
you
have
left
--
I
give
them
to
you
.
The
5,000,000
you
stole
from
the
hospitals
has
been
restored
to
them
by
an
unknown
hand
.
And
now
eat
and
drink
;
I
will
entertain
you
to-night
.
Vampa
,
when
this
man
is
satisfied
,
let
him
be
free
.
"
Danglars
remained
prostrate
while
the
count
withdrew
;
when
he
raised
his
head
he
saw
disappearing
down
the
passage
nothing
but
a
shadow
,
before
which
the
bandits
bowed
According
to
the
count
's
directions
,
Danglars
was
waited
on
by
Vampa
,
who
brought
him
the
best
wine
and
fruits
of
Italy
;
then
,
having
conducted
him
to
the
road
,
and
pointed
to
the
post-chaise
,
left
him
leaning
against
a
tree
.
He
remained
there
all
night
,
not
knowing
where
he
was
.
When
daylight
dawned
he
saw
that
he
was
near
a
stream
;
he
was
thirsty
,
and
dragged
himself
towards
it
.
As
he
stooped
down
to
drink
,
he
saw
that
his
hair
had
become
entirely
white
.
It
was
about
six
o'clock
in
the
evening
;
an
opal-colored
light
,
through
which
an
autumnal
sun
shed
its
golden
rays
,
descended
on
the
blue
ocean
.
The
heat
of
the
day
had
gradually
decreased
,
and
a
light
breeze
arose
,
seeming
like
the
respiration
of
nature
on
awakening
from
the
burning
siesta
of
the
south
.
A
delicious
zephyr
played
along
the
coasts
of
the
Mediterranean
,
and
wafted
from
shore
to
shore
the
sweet
perfume
of
plants
,
mingled
with
the
fresh
smell
of
the
sea
.
A
light
yacht
,
chaste
and
elegant
in
its
form
,
was
gliding
amidst
the
first
dews
of
night
over
the
immense
lake
,
extending
from
Gibraltar
to
the
Dardanelles
,
and
from
Tunis
to
Venice
.
The
vessel
resembled
a
swan
with
its
wings
opened
towards
the
wind
,
gliding
on
the
water
.
It
advanced
swiftly
and
gracefully
,
leaving
behind
it
a
glittering
stretch
of
foam
.
By
degrees
the
sun
disappeared
behind
the
western
horizon
;
but
as
though
to
prove
the
truth
of
the
fanciful
ideas
in
heathen
mythology
,
its
indiscreet
rays
reappeared
on
the
summit
of
every
wave
,
as
if
the
god
of
fire
had
just
sunk
upon
the
bosom
of
Amphitrite
,
who
in
vain
endeavored
to
hide
her
lover
beneath
her
azure
mantle
.
The
yacht
moved
rapidly
on
,
though
there
did
not
appear
to
be
sufficient
wind
to
ruffle
the
curls
on
the
head
of
a
young
girl
.
Standing
on
the
prow
was
a
tall
man
,
of
a
dark
complexion
,
who
saw
with
dilating
eyes
that
they
were
approaching
a
dark
mass
of
land
in
the
shape
of
a
cone
,
which
rose
from
the
midst
of
the
waves
like
the
hat
of
a
Catalan
.
"
Is
that
Monte
Cristo
?
"
asked
the
traveller
,
to
whose
orders
the
yacht
was
for
the
time
submitted
,
in
a
melancholy
voice
.
"
Yes
,
your
excellency
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
we
have
reached
it
.
"
"
We
have
reached
it
!
"
repeated
the
traveller
in
an
accent
of
indescribable
sadness
.
Then
he
added
,
in
a
low
tone
,
"
Yes
;
that
is
the
haven
.
"
And
then
he
again
plunged
into
a
train
of
thought
,
the
character
of
which
was
better
revealed
by
a
sad
smile
,
than
it
would
have
been
by
tears
.
A
few
minutes
afterwards
a
flash
of
light
,
which
was
extinguished
instantly
,
was
seen
on
the
land
,
and
the
sound
of
firearms
reached
the
yacht
.
"
Your
excellency
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
that
was
the
land
signal
,
will
you
answer
yourself
?
"
"
What
signal
?
"
The
captain
pointed
towards
the
island
,
up
the
side
of
which
ascended
a
volume
of
smoke
,
increasing
as
it
rose
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
"
he
said
,
as
if
awaking
from
a
dream
.
"
Give
it
to
me
.
"
The
captain
gave
him
a
loaded
carbine
;
the
traveller
slowly
raised
it
,
and
fired
in
the
air
.
Ten
minutes
afterwards
,
the
sails
were
furled
,
and
they
cast
anchor
about
a
hundred
fathoms
from
the
little
harbor
.
The
gig
was
already
lowered
,
and
in
it
were
four
oarsmen
and
a
coxswain
.
The
traveller
descended
,
and
instead
of
sitting
down
at
the
stern
of
the
boat
,
which
had
been
decorated
with
a
blue
carpet
for
his
accommodation
,
stood
up
with
his
arms
crossed
.
The
rowers
waited
,
their
oars
half
lifted
out
of
the
water
,
like
birds
drying
their
wings
.
