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"
From
the
count
!
"
murmured
the
two
young
people
.
"
Yes
;
read
it
.
"
Morrel
opened
the
letter
,
and
read
:
--
"
My
Dear
Maximilian
--
"
There
is
a
felucca
for
you
at
anchor
.
Jacopo
will
carry
you
to
Leghorn
,
where
Monsieur
Noirtier
awaits
his
granddaughter
,
whom
he
wishes
to
bless
before
you
lead
her
to
the
altar
.
All
that
is
in
this
grotto
,
my
friend
,
my
house
in
the
Champs
Elysees
,
and
my
chateau
at
Treport
,
are
the
marriage
gifts
bestowed
by
Edmond
Dantes
upon
the
son
of
his
old
master
,
Morrel
.
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
will
share
them
with
you
;
for
I
entreat
her
to
give
to
the
poor
the
immense
fortune
reverting
to
her
from
her
father
,
now
a
madman
,
and
her
brother
who
died
last
September
with
his
mother
.
Tell
the
angel
who
will
watch
over
your
future
destiny
,
Morrel
,
to
pray
sometimes
for
a
man
,
who
like
Satan
thought
himself
for
an
instant
equal
to
God
,
but
who
now
acknowledges
with
Christian
humility
that
God
alone
possesses
supreme
power
and
infinite
wisdom
.
Perhaps
those
prayers
may
soften
the
remorse
he
feels
in
his
heart
.
As
for
you
,
Morrel
,
this
is
the
secret
of
my
conduct
towards
you
.
There
is
neither
happiness
nor
misery
in
the
world
;
there
is
only
the
comparison
of
one
state
with
another
,
nothing
more
.
He
who
has
felt
the
deepest
grief
is
best
able
to
experience
supreme
happiness
.
We
must
have
felt
what
it
is
to
die
,
Morrel
,
that
we
may
appreciate
the
enjoyments
of
living
.
"
Live
,
then
,
and
be
happy
,
beloved
children
of
my
heart
,
and
never
forget
that
until
the
day
when
God
shall
deign
to
reveal
the
future
to
man
,
all
human
wisdom
is
summed
up
in
these
two
words
--
'
Wait
and
hope
.
'
--
Your
friend
,
"
Edmond
Dantes
,
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
"
During
the
perusal
of
this
letter
,
which
informed
Valentine
for
the
first
time
of
the
madness
of
her
father
and
the
death
of
her
brother
,
she
became
pale
,
a
heavy
sigh
escaped
from
her
bosom
,
and
tears
,
not
the
less
painful
because
they
were
silent
,
ran
down
her
cheeks
;
her
happiness
cost
her
very
dear
.
Morrel
looked
around
uneasily
.
"
But
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
count
's
generosity
is
too
overwhelming
;
Valentine
will
be
satisfied
with
my
humble
fortune
.
Where
is
the
count
,
friend
?
Lead
me
to
him
.
"
Jacopo
pointed
towards
the
horizon
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
asked
Valentine
"
Where
is
the
count
?
--
where
is
Haidee
?
"
"
Look
!
"
said
Jacopo
.
