The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Before I leave you, Mercedes, have you no request to make?" said the
count.

"I desire but one thing in this world, Edmond,--the happiness of my
son."

"Pray to the Almighty to spare his life, and I will take upon myself to
promote his happiness."

"Thank you, Edmond."

"But have you no request to make for yourself, Mercedes?"

"For myself I want nothing. I live, as it were, between two graves. One
is that of Edmond Dantes, lost to me long, long since. He had my love!
That word ill becomes my faded lip now, but it is a memory dear to my
heart, and one that I would not lose for all that the world contains.