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"
"
I
believe
all
you
tell
me
without
questioning
its
meaning
;
for
instance
,
you
told
me
to
live
,
and
I
did
live
;
you
told
me
to
hope
,
and
I
almost
did
so
.
I
am
almost
inclined
to
ask
you
,
as
though
you
had
experienced
death
,
'
is
it
painful
to
die
?
'
"
Monte
Cristo
looked
upon
Morrel
with
indescribable
tenderness
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
yes
,
doubtless
it
is
painful
,
if
you
violently
break
the
outer
covering
which
obstinately
begs
for
life
.
If
you
plunge
a
dagger
into
your
flesh
,
if
you
insinuate
a
bullet
into
your
brain
,
which
the
least
shock
disorders
--
then
certainly
,
you
will
suffer
pain
,
and
you
will
repent
quitting
a
life
for
a
repose
you
have
bought
at
so
dear
a
price
.
"
"
Yes
;
I
know
that
there
is
a
secret
of
luxury
and
pain
in
death
,
as
well
as
in
life
;
the
only
thing
is
to
understand
it
.
"
"
You
have
spoken
truly
,
Maximilian
;
according
to
the
care
we
bestow
upon
it
,
death
is
either
a
friend
who
rocks
us
gently
as
a
nurse
,
or
an
enemy
who
violently
drags
the
soul
from
the
body
.
Some
day
,
when
the
world
is
much
older
,
and
when
mankind
will
be
masters
of
all
the
destructive
powers
in
nature
,
to
serve
for
the
general
good
of
humanity
;
when
mankind
,
as
you
were
just
saying
,
have
discovered
the
secrets
of
death
,
then
that
death
will
become
as
sweet
and
voluptuous
as
a
slumber
in
the
arms
of
your
beloved
.
"
"
And
if
you
wished
to
die
,
you
would
choose
this
death
,
count
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Morrel
extended
his
hand
.
"
Now
I
understand
,
"
he
said
,
"
why
you
had
me
brought
here
to
this
desolate
spot
,
in
the
midst
of
the
ocean
,
to
this
subterranean
palace
;
it
was
because
you
loved
me
,
was
it
not
,
count
?
It
was
because
you
loved
me
well
enough
to
give
me
one
of
those
sweet
means
of
death
of
which
we
were
speaking
;
a
death
without
agony
,
a
death
which
allows
me
to
fade
away
while
pronouncing
Valentine
's
name
and
pressing
your
hand
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
have
guessed
rightly
,
Morrel
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
that
is
what
I
intended
.
"
