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"
Let
it
be
,
then
,
as
you
wish
,
sweet
angel
;
God
has
sustained
me
in
my
struggle
with
my
enemies
,
and
has
given
me
this
reward
;
he
will
not
let
me
end
my
triumph
in
suffering
;
I
wished
to
punish
myself
,
but
he
has
pardoned
me
.
Love
me
then
,
Haidee
!
Who
knows
?
perhaps
your
love
will
make
me
forget
all
that
I
do
not
wish
to
remember
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
my
lord
?
"
"
I
mean
that
one
word
from
you
has
enlightened
me
more
than
twenty
years
of
slow
experience
;
I
have
but
you
in
the
world
,
Haidee
;
through
you
I
again
take
hold
on
life
,
through
you
I
shall
suffer
,
through
you
rejoice
.
"
"
Do
you
hear
him
,
Valentine
?
"
exclaimed
Haidee
;
"
he
says
that
through
me
he
will
suffer
--
through
me
,
who
would
yield
my
life
for
his
.
"
The
count
withdrew
for
a
moment
.
"
Have
I
discovered
the
truth
?
"
he
said
;
"
but
whether
it
be
for
recompense
or
punishment
,
I
accept
my
fate
.
Come
,
Haidee
,
come
!
"
and
throwing
his
arm
around
the
young
girl
's
waist
,
he
pressed
the
hand
of
Valentine
,
and
disappeared
.
An
hour
had
nearly
passed
,
during
which
Valentine
,
breathless
and
motionless
,
watched
steadfastly
over
Morrel
.
At
length
she
felt
his
heart
beat
,
a
faint
breath
played
upon
his
lips
,
a
slight
shudder
,
announcing
the
return
of
life
,
passed
through
the
young
man
's
frame
.
At
length
his
eyes
opened
,
but
they
were
at
first
fixed
and
expressionless
;
then
sight
returned
,
and
with
it
feeling
and
grief
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
cried
,
in
an
accent
of
despair
,
"
the
count
has
deceived
me
;
I
am
yet
living
;
"
and
extending
his
hand
towards
the
table
,
he
seized
a
knife
.
"
Dearest
,
"
exclaimed
Valentine
,
with
her
adorable
smile
,
"
awake
,
and
look
at
me
!
"
Morrel
uttered
a
loud
exclamation
,
and
frantic
,
doubtful
,
dazzled
,
as
though
by
a
celestial
vision
,
he
fell
upon
his
knees
.
The
next
morning
at
daybreak
,
Valentine
and
Morrel
were
walking
arm-inarm
on
the
sea-shore
,
Valentine
relating
how
Monte
Cristo
had
appeared
in
her
room
,
explained
everything
,
revealed
the
crime
,
and
,
finally
,
how
he
had
saved
her
life
by
enabling
her
to
simulate
death
.
They
had
found
the
door
of
the
grotto
opened
,
and
gone
forth
;
on
the
azure
dome
of
heaven
still
glittered
a
few
remaining
stars
.
Morrel
soon
perceived
a
man
standing
among
the
rocks
,
apparently
awaiting
a
sign
from
them
to
advance
,
and
pointed
him
out
to
Valentine
.
"
Ah
,
it
is
Jacopo
,
"
she
said
,
"
the
captain
of
the
yacht
;
"
and
she
beckoned
him
towards
them
.
"
Do
you
wish
to
speak
to
us
?
"
asked
Morrel
.
"
I
have
a
letter
to
give
you
from
the
count
.
"
