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geance I was the most guilty. They were influenced by hatred by avarice, and by self-love; but I was base, and, for want of courage acted against my judgment. Nay, do not press my hand, Edmond' you are thinking of some kind expression, I am sure, to console me but
Monte-Cristo and Mercédès.
do not bestow it on me, for I am no longer worthy of kindness. See" (and she exposed her face completely to view),—"see, misfortune has silvered my hair, my eyes have shed so many tears that they are encircled by a rim of purple, and my brow is wrinkled. You, Edmond, on the contrary, you are still young, handsome, dignified; it is because you
