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"
That
is
what
I
heard
on
leaving
my
prison
fourteen
years
after
I
had
entered
it
;
and
that
is
why
,
on
account
of
the
living
Mercedes
and
my
deceased
father
,
I
have
sworn
to
revenge
myself
on
Fernand
,
and
--
I
have
revenged
myself
.
"
"
And
you
are
sure
the
unhappy
Fernand
did
that
?
"
"
I
am
satisfied
,
madame
,
that
he
did
what
I
have
told
you
;
besides
,
that
is
not
much
more
odious
than
that
a
Frenchman
by
adoption
should
pass
over
to
the
English
;
that
a
Spaniard
by
birth
should
have
fought
against
the
Spaniards
;
that
a
stipendiary
of
Ali
should
have
betrayed
and
murdered
Ali
.
Compared
with
such
things
,
what
is
the
letter
you
have
just
read
?
--
a
lover
's
deception
,
which
the
woman
who
has
married
that
man
ought
certainly
to
forgive
;
but
not
so
the
lover
who
was
to
have
married
her
.
Well
,
the
French
did
not
avenge
themselves
on
the
traitor
,
the
Spaniards
did
not
shoot
the
traitor
,
Ali
in
his
tomb
left
the
traitor
unpunished
;
but
I
,
betrayed
,
sacrificed
,
buried
,
have
risen
from
my
tomb
,
by
the
grace
of
God
,
to
punish
that
man
.
He
sends
me
for
that
purpose
,
and
here
I
am
.
"
The
poor
woman
's
head
and
arms
fell
;
her
legs
bent
under
her
,
and
she
fell
on
her
knees
.
"
Forgive
,
Edmond
,
forgive
for
my
sake
,
who
love
you
still
!
"
The
dignity
of
the
wife
checked
the
fervor
of
the
lover
and
the
mother
.
Her
forehead
almost
touched
the
carpet
,
when
the
count
sprang
forward
and
raised
her
.
Then
seated
on
a
chair
,
she
looked
at
the
manly
countenance
of
Monte
Cristo
,
on
which
grief
and
hatred
still
impressed
a
threatening
expression
.
"
Not
crush
that
accursed
race
?
"
murmured
he
;
"
abandon
my
purpose
at
the
moment
of
its
accomplishment
?
Impossible
,
madame
,
impossible
!
"
"
Edmond
,
"
said
the
poor
mother
,
who
tried
every
means
,
"
when
I
call
you
Edmond
,
why
do
you
not
call
me
Mercedes
?
"
"
Mercedes
!
"
repeated
Monte
Cristo
;
"
Mercedes
!
Well
yes
,
you
are
right
;
that
name
has
still
its
charms
,
and
this
is
the
first
time
for
a
long
period
that
I
have
pronounced
it
so
distinctly
.
Oh
,
Mercedes
,
I
have
uttered
your
name
with
the
sigh
of
melancholy
,
with
the
groan
of
sorrow
,
with
the
last
effort
of
despair
;
I
have
uttered
it
when
frozen
with
cold
,
crouched
on
the
straw
in
my
dungeon
;
I
have
uttered
it
,
consumed
with
heat
,
rolling
on
the
stone
floor
of
my
prison
.
Mercedes
,
I
must
revenge
myself
,
for
I
suffered
fourteen
years
--
fourteen
years
I
wept
,
I
cursed
;
now
I
tell
you
,
Mercedes
,
I
must
revenge
myself
.
"
The
count
,
fearing
to
yield
to
the
entreaties
of
her
he
had
so
ardently
loved
,
called
his
sufferings
to
the
assistance
of
his
hatred
.
"
Revenge
yourself
,
then
,
Edmond
,
"
cried
the
poor
mother
;
"
but
let
your
vengeance
fall
on
the
culprits
--
on
him
,
on
me
,
but
not
on
my
son
!
"
"
It
is
written
in
the
good
book
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
that
the
sins
of
the
fathers
shall
fall
upon
their
children
to
the
third
and
fourth
generation
.
