THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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"You have no sister—no son—no father?"
"I have no one."
"How can you exist thus, without any one to attach you to life?"
Monte-Cristo and Madame de Morcerf.
"It is not my fault, madame. At Malta, I loved a young girl, was on the point of marrying her, when war came and carried me away like a whirlwind. I thought she loved me well enough to wait for me, and even to remain faithful to my grave. When I returned she was married. This is the history of all men who have passed twenty years of
