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Edmond
took
the
old
man
in
his
arms
,
and
laid
him
on
the
bed
.
"
And
now
,
my
dear
friend
,
"
said
Faria
,
"
sole
consolation
of
my
wretched
existence
--
you
whom
heaven
gave
me
somewhat
late
,
but
still
gave
me
,
a
priceless
gift
,
and
for
which
I
am
most
grateful
--
at
the
moment
of
separating
from
you
forever
,
I
wish
you
all
the
happiness
and
all
the
prosperity
you
so
well
deserve
.
My
son
,
I
bless
thee
!
"
The
young
man
cast
himself
on
his
knees
,
leaning
his
head
against
the
old
man
's
bed
.
"
Listen
,
now
,
to
what
I
say
in
this
my
dying
moment
.
The
treasure
of
the
Spadas
exists
.
God
grants
me
the
boon
of
vision
unrestricted
by
time
or
space
.
I
see
it
in
the
depths
of
the
inner
cavern
.
My
eyes
pierce
the
inmost
recesses
of
the
earth
,
and
are
dazzled
at
the
sight
of
so
much
riches
.
If
you
do
escape
,
remember
that
the
poor
abbe
,
whom
all
the
world
called
mad
,
was
not
so
.
Hasten
to
Monte
Cristo
--
avail
yourself
of
the
fortune
--
for
you
have
indeed
suffered
long
enough
.
"
A
violent
convulsion
attacked
the
old
man
.
Dantes
raised
his
head
and
saw
Faria
's
eyes
injected
with
blood
.
It
seemed
as
if
a
flow
of
blood
had
ascended
from
the
chest
to
the
head
.
"
Adieu
,
adieu
!
"
murmured
the
old
man
,
clasping
Edmond
's
hand
convulsively
--
"
adieu
!
"
"
Oh
,
no
--
no
,
not
yet
,
"
he
cried
;
"
do
not
forsake
me
!
Oh
,
succor
him
!
Help
--
help
--
help
!
"
"
Hush
--
hush
!
"
murmured
the
dying
man
,
"
that
they
may
not
separate
us
if
you
save
me
!
"
"
You
are
right
.
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
;
be
assured
I
shall
save
you
!
Besides
,
although
you
suffer
much
,
you
do
not
seem
to
be
in
such
agony
as
you
were
before
.
"
"
Do
not
mistake
.
I
suffer
less
because
there
is
in
me
less
strength
to
endure
.
At
your
age
we
have
faith
in
life
;
it
is
the
privilege
of
youth
to
believe
and
hope
,
but
old
men
see
death
more
clearly
.
Oh
,
'
tis
here
--
'
tis
here
--
'
tis
over
--
my
sight
is
gone
--
my
senses
fail
!
Your
hand
,
Dantes
!
Adieu
--
adieu
!
"
And
raising
himself
by
a
final
effort
,
in
which
he
summoned
all
his
faculties
,
he
said
--
"
Monte
Cristo
,
forget
not
Monte
Cristo
!
"
And
he
fell
back
on
the
bed
.
The
crisis
was
terrible
,
and
a
rigid
form
with
twisted
limbs
,
swollen
eyelids
,
and
lips
flecked
with
bloody
foam
,
lay
on
the
bed
of
torture
,
in
place
of
the
intellectual
being
who
so
lately
rested
there
.
Dantes
took
the
lamp
,
placed
it
on
a
projecting
stone
above
the
bed
,
whence
its
tremulous
light
fell
with
strange
and
fantastic
ray
on
the
distorted
countenance
and
motionless
,
stiffened
body
.
With
steady
gaze
he
awaited
confidently
the
moment
for
administering
the
restorative
.
