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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
Count
,
I
have
your
word
,
"
said
Morrel
coldly
;
then
taking
out
his
watch
,
he
added
,
"
It
is
half-past
eleven
.
"
"
Morrel
,
can
you
intend
it
in
my
house
,
under
my
very
eyes
?
"
"
Then
let
me
go
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
or
I
shall
think
you
did
not
love
me
for
my
own
sake
,
but
for
yours
;
"
and
he
arose
.
"
It
is
well
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
whose
countenance
brightened
at
these
words
;
"
you
wish
--
you
are
inflexible
.
Yes
,
as
you
said
,
you
are
indeed
wretched
and
a
miracle
alone
can
cure
you
.
Sit
down
,
Morrel
,
and
wait
.
"
Morrel
obeyed
;
the
count
arose
,
and
unlocking
a
closet
with
a
key
suspended
from
his
gold
chain
,
took
from
it
a
little
silver
casket
,
beautifully
carved
and
chased
,
the
corners
of
which
represented
four
bending
figures
,
similar
to
the
Caryatides
,
the
forms
of
women
,
symbols
of
the
angels
aspiring
to
heaven
.
He
placed
the
casket
on
the
table
;
then
opening
it
took
out
a
little
golden
box
,
the
top
of
which
flew
open
when
touched
by
a
secret
spring
.
This
box
contained
an
unctuous
substance
partly
solid
,
of
which
it
was
impossible
to
discover
the
color
,
owing
to
the
reflection
of
the
polished
gold
,
sapphires
,
rubies
,
emeralds
,
which
ornamented
the
box
.
It
was
a
mixed
mass
of
blue
,
red
,
and
gold
.
The
count
took
out
a
small
quantity
of
this
with
a
gilt
spoon
,
and
offered
it
to
Morrel
,
fixing
a
long
steadfast
glance
upon
him
.
It
was
then
observable
that
the
substance
was
greenish
.
"
This
is
what
you
asked
for
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
what
I
promised
to
give
you
.
"
"
I
thank
you
from
the
depths
of
my
heart
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
taking
the
spoon
from
the
hands
of
Monte
Cristo
.
The
count
took
another
spoon
,
and
again
dipped
it
into
the
golden
box
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
,
my
friend
?
"
asked
Morrel
,
arresting
his
hand
.
"
Well
,
the
fact
is
,
Morrel
,
I
was
thinking
that
I
too
am
weary
of
life
,
and
since
an
opportunity
presents
itself
"
--
"
Stay
!
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
You
who
love
,
and
are
beloved
;
you
,
who
have
faith
and
hope
--
oh
,
do
not
follow
my
example
.
In
your
case
it
would
be
a
crime
.
