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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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Morrel was about to cast himself on his knees before his son, but Maximilian caught him in his arms, and those two noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment.
"You know it is not my fault," said Morrel.
Maximilian smiled. "I know, father, you are the most honorable man I have ever known."
"Good, my son. And now all is said; go now and rejoin your mother and sister."
"My father," said the young man, bending his knee, "bless me!" Morrel took his head between his two hands, drew him toward him, and kissing his forehead several times, said:
"Oh, yes, yes, I bless you in my own name, and in the name of three
