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Since
God
himself
dictated
those
words
to
his
prophet
,
why
should
I
seek
to
make
myself
better
than
God
?
"
"
Edmond
,
"
continued
Mercedes
,
with
her
arms
extended
towards
the
count
,
"
since
I
first
knew
you
,
I
have
adored
your
name
,
have
respected
your
memory
.
Edmond
,
my
friend
,
do
not
compel
me
to
tarnish
that
noble
and
pure
image
reflected
incessantly
on
the
mirror
of
my
heart
.
Edmond
,
if
you
knew
all
the
prayers
I
have
addressed
to
God
for
you
while
I
thought
you
were
living
and
since
I
have
thought
you
must
be
dead
!
Yes
,
dead
,
alas
!
I
imagined
your
dead
body
buried
at
the
foot
of
some
gloomy
tower
,
or
cast
to
the
bottom
of
a
pit
by
hateful
jailers
,
and
I
wept
!
What
could
I
do
for
you
,
Edmond
,
besides
pray
and
weep
?
Listen
;
for
ten
years
I
dreamed
each
night
the
same
dream
.
I
had
been
told
that
you
had
endeavored
to
escape
;
that
you
had
taken
the
place
of
another
prisoner
;
that
you
had
slipped
into
the
winding
sheet
of
a
dead
body
;
that
you
had
been
thrown
alive
from
the
top
of
the
Chateau
d'If
,
and
that
the
cry
you
uttered
as
you
dashed
upon
the
rocks
first
revealed
to
your
jailers
that
they
were
your
murderers
.
Well
,
Edmond
,
I
swear
to
you
,
by
the
head
of
that
son
for
whom
I
entreat
your
pity
--
Edmond
,
for
ten
years
I
saw
every
night
every
detail
of
that
frightful
tragedy
,
and
for
ten
years
I
heard
every
night
the
cry
which
awoke
me
,
shuddering
and
cold
.
And
I
,
too
,
Edmond
--
oh
!
believe
me
--
guilty
as
I
was
--
oh
,
yes
,
I
,
too
,
have
suffered
much
!
"
"
Have
you
known
what
it
is
to
have
your
father
starve
to
death
in
your
absence
?
"
cried
Monte
Cristo
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
hair
;
"
have
you
seen
the
woman
you
loved
giving
her
hand
to
your
rival
,
while
you
were
perishing
at
the
bottom
of
a
dungeon
?
"
"
No
,
"
interrupted
Mercedes
,
"
but
I
have
seen
him
whom
I
loved
on
the
point
of
murdering
my
son
.
"
Mercedes
uttered
these
words
with
such
deep
anguish
,
with
an
accent
of
such
intense
despair
,
that
Monte
Cristo
could
not
restrain
a
sob
.
The
lion
was
daunted
;
the
avenger
was
conquered
.
"
What
do
you
ask
of
me
?
"
said
he
--
"
your
son
's
life
?
Well
,
he
shall
live
!
"
Mercedes
uttered
a
cry
which
made
the
tears
start
from
Monte
Cristo
's
eyes
;
but
these
tears
disappeared
almost
instantaneously
,
for
,
doubtless
,
God
had
sent
some
angel
to
collect
them
--
far
more
precious
were
they
in
his
eyes
than
the
richest
pearls
of
Guzerat
and
Ophir
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
she
,
seizing
the
count
's
hand
and
raising
it
to
her
lips
;
"
oh
,
thank
you
,
thank
you
,
Edmond
!
Now
you
are
exactly
what
I
dreamt
you
were
--
the
man
I
always
loved
.
Oh
,
now
I
may
say
so
!
"
"
So
much
the
better
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
as
that
poor
Edmond
will
not
have
long
to
be
loved
by
you
.
Death
is
about
to
return
to
the
tomb
,
the
phantom
to
retire
in
darkness
.
"
"
What
do
you
say
,
Edmond
?
"
"
I
say
,
since
you
command
me
,
Mercedes
,
I
must
die
.
"
