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"
Oh
,
"
cried
the
general
,
as
if
branded
with
a
hot
iron
,
"
wretch
--
to
reproach
me
with
my
shame
when
about
,
perhaps
,
to
kill
me
!
No
,
I
did
not
say
I
was
a
stranger
to
you
.
I
know
well
,
demon
,
that
you
have
penetrated
into
the
darkness
of
the
past
,
and
that
you
have
read
,
by
the
light
of
what
torch
I
know
not
,
every
page
of
my
life
;
but
perhaps
I
may
be
more
honorable
in
my
shame
than
you
under
your
pompous
coverings
.
No
--
no
,
I
am
aware
you
know
me
;
but
I
know
you
only
as
an
adventurer
sewn
up
in
gold
and
jewellery
.
You
call
yourself
in
Paris
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
;
in
Italy
,
Sinbad
the
Sailor
;
in
Malta
,
I
forget
what
.
But
it
is
your
real
name
I
want
to
know
,
in
the
midst
of
your
hundred
names
,
that
I
may
pronounce
it
when
we
meet
to
fight
,
at
the
moment
when
I
plunge
my
sword
through
your
heart
.
"
The
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
turned
dreadfully
pale
;
his
eye
seemed
to
burn
with
a
devouring
fire
.
He
leaped
towards
a
dressing-room
near
his
bedroom
,
and
in
less
than
a
moment
,
tearing
off
his
cravat
,
his
coat
and
waistcoat
,
he
put
on
a
sailor
's
jacket
and
hat
,
from
beneath
which
rolled
his
long
black
hair
.
He
returned
thus
,
formidable
and
implacable
,
advancing
with
his
arms
crossed
on
his
breast
,
towards
the
general
,
who
could
not
understand
why
he
had
disappeared
,
but
who
on
seeing
him
again
,
and
feeling
his
teeth
chatter
and
his
legs
sink
under
him
,
drew
back
,
and
only
stopped
when
he
found
a
table
to
support
his
clinched
hand
.
"
Fernand
,
"
cried
he
,
"
of
my
hundred
names
I
need
only
tell
you
one
,
to
overwhelm
you
!
But
you
guess
it
now
,
do
you
not
?
--
or
,
rather
,
you
remember
it
?
For
,
notwithstanding
all
my
sorrows
and
my
tortures
,
I
show
you
today
a
face
which
the
happiness
of
revenge
makes
young
again
--
a
face
you
must
often
have
seen
in
your
dreams
since
your
marriage
with
Mercedes
,
my
betrothed
!
"
The
general
,
with
his
head
thrown
back
,
hands
extended
,
gaze
fixed
,
looked
silently
at
this
dreadful
apparition
;
then
seeking
the
wall
to
support
him
,
he
glided
along
close
to
it
until
he
reached
the
door
,
through
which
he
went
out
backwards
,
uttering
this
single
mournful
,
lamentable
,
distressing
cry
--
"
Edmond
Dantes
!
"
Then
,
with
sighs
which
were
unlike
any
human
sound
,
he
dragged
himself
to
the
door
,
reeled
across
the
court-yard
,
and
falling
into
the
arms
of
his
valet
,
he
said
in
a
voice
scarcely
intelligible
--
"
Home
,
home
.
"
The
fresh
air
and
the
shame
he
felt
at
having
exposed
himself
before
his
servants
,
partly
recalled
his
senses
,
but
the
ride
was
short
,
and
as
he
drew
near
his
house
all
his
wretchedness
revived
.
He
stopped
at
a
short
distance
from
the
house
and
alighted
.
The
door
was
wide
open
,
a
hackney-coach
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
yard
--
a
strange
sight
before
so
noble
a
mansion
;
the
count
looked
at
it
with
terror
,
but
without
daring
to
inquire
its
meaning
,
he
rushed
towards
his
apartment
.
Two
persons
were
coming
down
the
stairs
;
he
had
only
time
to
creep
into
an
alcove
to
avoid
them
.
It
was
Mercedes
leaning
on
her
son
's
arm
and
leaving
the
house
.
They
passed
close
by
the
unhappy
being
,
who
,
concealed
behind
the
damask
curtain
,
almost
felt
Mercedes
dress
brush
past
him
,
and
his
son
's
warm
breath
,
pronouncing
these
words
--
"
Courage
,
mother
!
Come
,
this
is
no
longer
our
home
!
"
The
words
died
away
,
the
steps
were
lost
in
the
distance
.
The
general
drew
himself
up
,
clinging
to
the
curtain
;
he
uttered
the
most
dreadful
sob
which
ever
escaped
from
the
bosom
of
a
father
abandoned
at
the
same
time
by
his
wife
and
son
.
He
soon
heard
the
clatter
of
the
iron
step
of
the
hackney-coach
,
then
the
coachman
's
voice
,
and
then
the
rolling
of
the
heavy
vehicle
shook
the
windows
.
He
darted
to
his
bedroom
to
see
once
more
all
he
had
loved
in
the
world
;
but
the
hackney-coach
drove
on
and
the
head
of
neither
Mercedes
nor
her
son
appeared
at
the
window
to
take
a
last
look
at
the
house
or
the
deserted
father
and
husband
And
at
the
very
moment
when
the
wheels
of
that
coach
crossed
the
gateway
a
report
was
heard
,
and
a
thick
smoke
escaped
through
one
of
the
panes
of
the
window
,
which
was
broken
by
the
explosion
.
We
may
easily
conceive
where
Morrel
's
appointment
was
.
On
leaving
Monte
Cristo
he
walked
slowly
towards
Villefort
's
;
we
say
slowly
,
for
Morrel
had
more
than
half
an
hour
to
spare
to
go
five
hundred
steps
,
but
he
had
hastened
to
take
leave
of
Monte
Cristo
because
he
wished
to
be
alone
with
his
thoughts
.
He
knew
his
time
well
--
the
hour
when
Valentine
was
giving
Noirtier
his
breakfast
,
and
was
sure
not
to
be
disturbed
in
the
performance
of
this
pious
duty
.
Noirtier
and
Valentine
had
given
him
leave
to
go
twice
a
week
,
and
he
was
now
availing
himself
of
that
permission
.
He
had
arrived
;
Valentine
was
expecting
him
.
Uneasy
and
almost
crazed
,
she
seized
his
hand
and
led
him
to
her
grandfather
.
This
uneasiness
,
amounting
almost
to
frenzy
,
arose
from
the
report
Morcerf
's
adventure
had
made
in
the
world
,
for
the
affair
at
the
opera
was
generally
known
.
No
one
at
Villefort
's
doubted
that
a
duel
would
ensue
from
it
.
Valentine
,
with
her
woman
's
instinct
,
guessed
that
Morrel
would
be
Monte
Cristo
's
second
,
and
from
the
young
man
's
well-known
courage
and
his
great
affection
for
the
count
,
she
feared
that
he
would
not
content
himself
with
the
passive
part
assigned
to
him
.
We
may
easily
understand
how
eagerly
the
particulars
were
asked
for
,
given
,
and
received
;
and
Morrel
could
read
an
indescribable
joy
in
the
eyes
of
his
beloved
,
when
she
knew
that
the
termination
of
this
affair
was
as
happy
as
it
was
unexpected
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Valentine
,
motioning
to
Morrel
to
sit
down
near
her
grandfather
,
while
she
took
her
seat
on
his
footstool
--
"
now
let
us
talk
about
our
own
affairs
.
You
know
,
Maximilian
,
grandpapa
once
thought
of
leaving
this
house
,
and
taking
an
apartment
away
from
M.
de
Villefort
's
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
I
recollect
the
project
,
of
which
I
highly
approved
.
"
