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valuable to him than the richest jewel, he rushed out of the passage, and, reaching his boat, cried, "To Marseilles!"
Then, as he departed, he fixed his eyes upon the gloomy prison. "Woe," he cried, "to those who confined me in that wretched prison; and woe to those who forgot that I was there!"
Morrel at His Father's Tomb.
As he repassed the Catalans, the count turned round, and burying his head in his cloak, murmured the name of a woman. The victory was complete; twice he had overcome his doubts. The name he pronounced, in a voice of tenderness, amounting almost to love, was that of Haydée.
On landing, the count turned toward the cemetery, where he felt
