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Updated: June 25, 2025
God was with you, for you have dealt out justice," exclaimed Haydee, her eyes sparkling. "And now, Haydee now " "Now justice is satisfied and you will become merciful," whispered the young woman softly.
Suddenly her frame was convulsed and her eyes assumed a glassy look. "Monte-Cristo, my husband, where are you?" she said, in a broken voice. "Here, Haydée," answered the Count, approaching. He strove to appear calm, but could not control his emotion. "Nearer, nearer, Edmond," said Haydée, growing weaker and weaker. The Count sank on his knees beside his dying wife and put his arms about her neck.
Villefort, Caderousse, Danglars and Morcerf had succumbed to him, and he could now triumphantly exclaim: "I am your master; I have punished all of you as you have deserved." "Haydee," said Monte-Cristo finally, "what is your decision?" "That you have fulfilled the mission which God has placed in your hands according to his wish and desire.
Monte-Cristo, quitting the stump of the mast, darted down the companion-way into the cabin, and quickly returned to the deck bearing in his arms the swooning form of his adored Haydée. Ali followed him. The Nubian seemed to have entirely recovered from his fear, and manifested both alertness and decision.
Monte-Cristo and Haydée came on deck at dawn, but the young girl displayed such terror at the unwonted aspect of the sun and the sea that the Count speedily persuaded her to return with him to the cabin. There she cowered upon a divan, hiding her face in her hands and moaning piteously.
I opened it and hurriedly made myself acquainted with its contents, for I had a premonition that some terrible danger threatened you. Oh! my lord, pardon, pardon!" Monte-Cristo raised her to her feet, and imprinted a kiss upon her pallid brow. "So then, it is to you, Haydée, that I owe my timely rescue from the hands of Benedetto and his band of cut-throats!
The Count showed but small trace of the passage of years; he did not look much older than when he left the Isle of Monte-Cristo with Haydée on that voyage which was destined to result so disastrously for the Alcyon and her ill-fated crew. To be sure, his hair was slightly flecked with gray, but his visage still retained its full outline, and not a wrinkle marred its masculine beauty.
Fragrant perfumes filled the magnificent halls, and in the light of the wax candles the gold and silver service shone with fairy-like splendor. Monte-Cristo conducted Haydee to a charming boudoir; her feet sank in wavy carpets, and after she had seated herself with incomparable grace on a divan, the count stood beside her and proceeded to relate the story of his life.
"Oh, how beautiful you are," muttered Mercedes, looking at the young wife admiringly. "Madame," stammered Haydee, blushing, "I give you my most valuable possessions, my husband and my son." "Your son?" repeated Mercedes, with emotion. "Spero come this way," said the count. The boy sprang toward him Mercedes looked at him and sobbed bitterly. "Papa, why is she crying?" whispered Spero.
"Haydee, what are you talking about?" muttered Monte-Cristo, confused. "In truth do not try to deceive me you intended to give me in marriage and bestow my hand on somebody else!" "Who knows whether it would not have proved fortunate for you?" whispered the count sorrowfully. "Oh, Edmond, you break my heart with such words! How could I, separated from you, be happy?
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