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"
Die
?
and
why
so
?
Who
talks
of
dying
?
Whence
have
you
these
ideas
of
death
?
"
"
You
do
not
suppose
that
,
publicly
outraged
in
the
face
of
a
whole
theatre
,
in
the
presence
of
your
friends
and
those
of
your
son
--
challenged
by
a
boy
who
will
glory
in
my
forgiveness
as
if
it
were
a
victory
--
you
do
not
suppose
that
I
can
for
one
moment
wish
to
live
.
What
I
most
loved
after
you
,
Mercedes
,
was
myself
,
my
dignity
,
and
that
strength
which
rendered
me
superior
to
other
men
;
that
strength
was
my
life
.
With
one
word
you
have
crushed
it
,
and
I
die
.
"
"
But
the
duel
will
not
take
place
,
Edmond
,
since
you
forgive
?
"
"
It
will
take
place
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
in
a
most
solemn
tone
;
"
but
instead
of
your
son
's
blood
to
stain
the
ground
,
mine
will
flow
.
"
Mercedes
shrieked
,
and
sprang
towards
Monte
Cristo
,
but
,
suddenly
stopping
,
"
Edmond
,
"
said
she
,
"
there
is
a
God
above
us
,
since
you
live
and
since
I
have
seen
you
again
;
I
trust
to
him
from
my
heart
.
While
waiting
his
assistance
I
trust
to
your
word
;
you
have
said
that
my
son
should
live
,
have
you
not
?
"
"
Yes
,
madame
,
he
shall
live
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
surprised
that
without
more
emotion
Mercedes
had
accepted
the
heroic
sacrifice
he
made
for
her
.
Mercedes
extended
her
hand
to
the
count
.
"
Edmond
,
"
said
she
,
and
her
eyes
were
wet
with
tears
while
looking
at
him
to
whom
she
spoke
,
"
how
noble
it
is
of
you
,
how
great
the
action
you
have
just
performed
,
how
sublime
to
have
taken
pity
on
a
poor
woman
who
appealed
to
you
with
every
chance
against
her
,
Alas
,
I
am
grown
old
with
grief
more
than
with
years
,
and
can
not
now
remind
my
Edmond
by
a
smile
,
or
by
a
look
,
of
that
Mercedes
whom
he
once
spent
so
many
hours
in
contemplating
.
Ah
,
believe
me
,
Edmond
,
as
I
told
you
,
I
too
have
suffered
much
;
I
repeat
,
it
is
melancholy
to
pass
one
's
life
without
having
one
joy
to
recall
,
without
preserving
a
single
hope
;
but
that
proves
that
all
is
not
yet
over
.
No
,
it
is
not
finished
;
I
feel
it
by
what
remains
in
my
heart
.
Oh
,
I
repeat
it
,
Edmond
;
what
you
have
just
done
is
beautiful
--
it
is
grand
;
it
is
sublime
.
"
"
Do
you
say
so
now
,
Mercedes
?
--
then
what
would
you
say
if
you
knew
the
extent
of
the
sacrifice
I
make
to
you
?
Suppose
that
the
Supreme
Being
,
after
having
created
the
world
and
fertilized
chaos
,
had
paused
in
the
work
to
spare
an
angel
the
tears
that
might
one
day
flow
for
mortal
sins
from
her
immortal
eyes
;
suppose
that
when
everything
was
in
readiness
and
the
moment
had
come
for
God
to
look
upon
his
work
and
see
that
it
was
good
--
suppose
he
had
snuffed
out
the
sun
and
tossed
the
world
back
into
eternal
night
--
then
--
even
then
,
Mercedes
,
you
could
not
imagine
what
I
lose
in
sacrificing
my
life
at
this
moment
"
Mercedes
looked
at
the
count
in
a
way
which
expressed
at
the
same
time
her
astonishment
,
her
admiration
,
and
her
gratitude
.
Monte
Cristo
pressed
his
forehead
on
his
burning
hands
,
as
if
his
brain
could
no
longer
bear
alone
the
weight
of
its
thoughts
.
"
Edmond
,
"
said
Mercedes
,
"
I
have
but
one
word
more
to
say
to
you
.
"
The
count
smiled
bitterly
.
"
Edmond
,
"
continued
she
,
"
you
will
see
that
if
my
face
is
pale
,
if
my
eyes
are
dull
,
if
my
beauty
is
gone
;
if
Mercedes
,
in
short
,
no
longer
resembles
her
former
self
in
her
features
,
you
will
see
that
her
heart
is
still
the
same
.
Adieu
,
then
,
Edmond
;
I
have
nothing
more
to
ask
of
heaven
--
I
have
seen
you
again
,
and
have
found
you
as
noble
and
as
great
as
formerly
you
were
.
Adieu
,
Edmond
,
adieu
,
and
thank
you
.
"
But
the
count
did
not
answer
.
Mercedes
opened
the
door
of
the
study
and
had
disappeared
before
he
had
recovered
from
the
painful
and
profound
revery
into
which
his
thwarted
vengeance
had
plunged
him
.
The
clock
of
the
Invalides
struck
one
when
the
carriage
which
conveyed
Madame
de
Morcerf
away
rolled
on
the
pavement
of
the
Champs
--
Elysees
,
and
made
Monte
Cristo
raise
his
head
.
"
What
a
fool
I
was
,
"
said
he
,
"
not
to
tear
my
heart
out
on
the
day
when
I
resolved
to
avenge
myself
!
"
After
Mercedes
had
left
Monte
Cristo
,
he
fell
into
profound
gloom
.
Around
him
and
within
him
the
flight
of
thought
seemed
to
have
stopped
;
his
energetic
mind
slumbered
,
as
the
body
does
after
extreme
fatigue
.
"
What
?
"
said
he
to
himself
,
while
the
lamp
and
the
wax
lights
were
nearly
burnt
out
,
and
the
servants
were
waiting
impatiently
in
the
anteroom
;
"
what
?
this
edifice
which
I
have
been
so
long
preparing
,
which
I
have
reared
with
so
much
care
and
toil
,
is
to
be
crushed
by
a
single
touch
,
a
word
,
a
breath
!
Yes
,
this
self
,
of
whom
I
thought
so
much
,
of
whom
I
was
so
proud
,
who
had
appeared
so
worthless
in
the
dungeons
of
the
Chateau
d'If
,
and
whom
I
had
succeeded
in
making
so
great
,
will
be
but
a
lump
of
clay
tomorrow
.
Alas
,
it
is
not
the
death
of
the
body
I
regret
;
for
is
not
the
destruction
of
the
vital
principle
,
the
repose
to
which
everything
is
tending
,
to
which
every
unhappy
being
aspires
--
is
not
this
the
repose
of
matter
after
which
I
so
long
sighed
,
and
which
I
was
seeking
to
attain
by
the
painful
process
of
starvation
when
Faria
appeared
in
my
dungeon
?
What
is
death
for
me
?
One
step
farther
into
rest
--
two
,
perhaps
,
into
silence
.
