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"
And
now
,
"
resumed
Bertuccio
,
"
your
excellency
may
,
perhaps
,
be
able
to
comprehend
that
this
place
,
which
I
revisit
for
the
first
time
--
this
garden
,
the
actual
scene
of
my
crime
--
must
have
given
rise
to
reflections
of
no
very
agreeable
nature
,
and
produced
that
gloom
and
depression
of
spirits
which
excited
the
notice
of
your
excellency
,
who
was
pleased
to
express
a
desire
to
know
the
cause
.
At
this
instant
a
shudder
passes
over
me
as
I
reflect
that
possibly
I
am
now
standing
on
the
very
grave
in
which
lies
M.
de
Villefort
,
by
whose
hand
the
ground
was
dug
to
receive
the
corpse
of
his
child
.
"
"
Everything
is
possible
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
rising
from
the
bench
on
which
he
had
been
sitting
;
"
even
,
"
he
added
in
an
inaudible
voice
,
"
even
that
the
procureur
be
not
dead
.
The
Abbe
Busoni
did
right
to
send
you
to
me
,
"
he
went
on
in
his
ordinary
tone
,
"
and
you
have
done
well
in
relating
to
me
the
whole
of
your
history
,
as
it
will
prevent
my
forming
any
erroneous
opinions
concerning
you
in
future
.
As
for
that
Benedetto
,
who
so
grossly
belied
his
name
,
have
you
never
made
any
effort
to
trace
out
whither
he
has
gone
,
or
what
has
become
of
him
?
"
"
No
;
far
from
wishing
to
learn
whither
he
has
betaken
himself
,
I
should
shun
the
possibility
of
meeting
him
as
I
would
a
wild
beast
.
Thank
God
,
I
have
never
heard
his
name
mentioned
by
any
person
,
and
I
hope
and
believe
he
is
dead
.
"
"
Do
not
think
so
,
Bertuccio
,
"
replied
the
count
;
"
for
the
wicked
are
not
so
easily
disposed
of
,
for
God
seems
to
have
them
under
his
special
watch-care
to
make
of
them
instruments
of
his
vengeance
.
"
"
So
be
it
,
"
responded
Bertuccio
,
"
all
I
ask
of
heaven
is
that
I
may
never
see
him
again
.
And
now
,
your
excellency
,
"
he
added
,
bowing
his
head
,
"
you
know
everything
--
you
are
my
judge
on
earth
,
as
the
Almighty
is
in
heaven
;
have
you
for
me
no
words
of
consolation
?
"
"
My
good
friend
,
I
can
only
repeat
the
words
addressed
to
you
by
the
Abbe
Busoni
.
Villefort
merited
punishment
for
what
he
had
done
to
you
,
and
,
perhaps
,
to
others
.
Benedetto
,
if
still
living
,
will
become
the
instrument
of
divine
retribution
in
some
way
or
other
,
and
then
be
duly
punished
in
his
turn
.
As
far
as
you
yourself
are
concerned
,
I
see
but
one
point
in
which
you
are
really
guilty
.
Ask
yourself
,
wherefore
,
after
rescuing
the
infant
from
its
living
grave
,
you
did
not
restore
it
to
its
mother
?
There
was
the
crime
,
Bertuccio
--
that
was
where
you
became
really
culpable
.
"
"
True
,
excellency
,
that
was
the
crime
,
the
real
crime
,
for
in
that
I
acted
like
a
coward
.
My
first
duty
,
directly
I
had
succeeded
in
recalling
the
babe
to
life
,
was
to
restore
it
to
its
mother
;
but
,
in
order
to
do
so
,
I
must
have
made
close
and
careful
inquiry
,
which
would
,
in
all
probability
,
have
led
to
my
own
apprehension
;
and
I
clung
to
life
,
partly
on
my
sister
's
account
,
and
partly
from
that
feeling
of
pride
inborn
in
our
hearts
of
desiring
to
come
off
untouched
and
victorious
in
the
execution
of
our
vengeance
.
Perhaps
,
too
,
the
natural
and
instinctive
love
of
life
made
me
wish
to
avoid
endangering
my
own
.
And
then
,
again
,
I
am
not
as
brave
and
courageous
as
was
my
poor
brother
.
"
Bertuccio
hid
his
face
in
his
hands
as
he
uttered
these
words
,
while
Monte
Cristo
fixed
on
him
a
look
of
inscrutable
meaning
.
After
a
brief
silence
,
rendered
still
more
solemn
by
the
time
and
place
,
the
count
said
,
in
a
tone
of
melancholy
wholly
unlike
his
usual
manner
,
"
In
order
to
bring
this
conversation
to
a
fitting
termination
(
the
last
we
shall
ever
hold
upon
this
subject
)
,
I
will
repeat
to
you
some
words
I
have
heard
from
the
lips
of
the
Abbe
Busoni
.
For
all
evils
there
are
two
remedies
--
time
and
silence
.
And
now
leave
me
,
Monsieur
Bertuccio
,
to
walk
alone
here
in
the
garden
.
The
very
circumstances
which
inflict
on
you
,
as
a
principal
in
the
tragic
scene
enacted
here
,
such
painful
emotions
,
are
to
me
,
on
the
contrary
,
a
source
of
something
like
contentment
,
and
serve
but
to
enhance
the
value
of
this
dwelling
in
my
estimation
.
The
chief
beauty
of
trees
consists
in
the
deep
shadow
of
their
umbrageous
boughs
,
while
fancy
pictures
a
moving
multitude
of
shapes
and
forms
flitting
and
passing
beneath
that
shade
.
Here
I
have
a
garden
laid
out
in
such
a
way
as
to
afford
the
fullest
scope
for
the
imagination
,
and
furnished
with
thickly
grown
trees
,
beneath
whose
leafy
screen
a
visionary
like
myself
may
conjure
up
phantoms
at
will
.
This
to
me
,
who
expected
but
to
find
a
blank
enclosure
surrounded
by
a
straight
wall
,
is
,
I
assure
you
,
a
most
agreeable
surprise
.
I
have
no
fear
of
ghosts
,
and
I
have
never
heard
it
said
that
so
much
harm
had
been
done
by
the
dead
during
six
thousand
years
as
is
wrought
by
the
living
in
a
single
day
.
Retire
within
,
Bertuccio
,
and
tranquillize
your
mind
.
Should
your
confessor
be
less
indulgent
to
you
in
your
dying
moments
than
you
found
the
Abbe
Busoni
,
send
for
me
,
if
I
am
still
on
earth
,
and
I
will
soothe
your
ears
with
words
that
shall
effectually
calm
and
soothe
your
parting
soul
ere
it
goes
forth
to
traverse
the
ocean
called
eternity
.
"
