![]() ![]() "I, who was looking on, an eager and curious spectator,-I, who was watching the working of this mournful tragedy,-I, who, like a wicked angel, was laughing at the evil men committed, protected by secrecy (a secret is easily kept by the rich and powerful), I am, in my turn, bitten by the serpent whose tortuous course I was watching, and bitten to the heart!" But it is your real name I want to know, in the midst of your hundred names, that I may say it when we meet to fight, at the moment when I plunge my sword through your heart." "You have called yourself, in Paris, the Count of Monte Cristo in Italy, Sinbad the Sailor in Malta, I forget what. I have for ten years considered myself the agent of thy vengeance." "I do this, O my God!" said he, with his eyes raised to heaven, "as much for thy honour as for mine. "Mercedes, I must revenge myself, for I suffered fourteen years,-for fourteen years I wept, I cursed now I tell you, Mercedes, I must revenge myself!" He sends me for that purpose, and here I am." Well! the French did not avenge themselves on the traitor, the Spaniards did not shoot the traitor Ali, in his tomb, left the traitor unpunished but I, betrayed, sacrificed, buried, have risen from my tomb, by the grace of God, to punish that man. Compared with such things, what is the letter you have just read? A lover's deception, which the woman who has married that man ought certainly to forgive but not so the lover who was to have married her. "I am satisfied, madame, that he did what I have told you besides, that is not much more odious than a Frenchman, but adoption, having passed over to the English a Spaniard by birth, having fought against the Spaniards a stipendiary of Ali, having betrayed and murdered Ali. "And why do you represent Providence?" cried Mercedes. de Morcerf it is Providence which punishes him." "Madame, you are mistaken, they are not misfortunes,-it is a punishment. The bandit gazed on this scene with amazement he was evidently accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before him, and here was one whose sunny temperament was not for a moment altered as for Franz, he was enchanted at the way in which Albert had sustained the national honour in the presence of the bandit. When we show a friend a city one has already visited, we feel the same pride as when we point out a woman whose lover we have been. "And now," said the unknown observer, "farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good-now the God of Vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!" "Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude rest in the shade with your kindness." ![]() It is God's pleasure that you should suffer, and whether you like it or not you must bear it." The cause was not in Dantes but in Providence, who, whilst limiting the power of man, has filled him with boundless desires. Thus Dantes, who only three months before had no desire but liberty, had not yet tired of liberty but also panted for wealth. and when they get out, and their name is Edmund Dantes, they take their revenge!" ![]() "Drunk, if you like so much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts." ![]() Then we slit your throat, and we're a bit shorthanded.10:50 pm - Quotes from THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO What if I win and I don't want to be a smuggler? If you win, I have given Jacopo the chance to live, even if he did not take advantage of it, and you can take his place on the boat. If Jacopo wins, we welcome him back to the crew. We watch you and Jacopo fight to the death. And as a bonus, the lads will get to see a little sport as well. You provide me with a way to show a little mercy to Jacopo - that maggot you see tied up over there - while at the same time not appearing weak. That is why you are such a fortunate find. Which, of course, I cannot do, or I would quickly lose control of the whole crew. Interestingly enough, there are some of his more loyal friends who are insisting that I grant him mercy. My men and I have come to this island to bury alive one of our number who attempted to keep some stolen gold for himself instead of sharing it with his comrades. So, mi amici, I would ask who you are, but in view of your shredded clothes and the fact that the Chateau d'If is two miles away, what's the point? As for me, I am Luigi Vampa, a smuggler and a thief. ![]()
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