The Count of Monte Cristo

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his departure, although she was seated at the little window of the room
which had been occupied by old Dantes. Her eyes were straining to see
the ship which was carrying her son over the vast sea; but still her
voice involuntarily murmured softly, "Edmond, Edmond, Edmond!"



Chapter 113. The Past.

The count departed with a sad heart from the house in which he had left
Mercedes, probably never to behold her again. Since the death of little
Edward a great change had taken place in Monte Cristo. Having reached
the summit of his vengeance by a long and tortuous path, he saw an abyss
of doubt yawning before him. More than this, the conversation which
had just taken place between Mercedes and himself had awakened so many
recollections in his heart that he felt it necessary to combat with
them. A man of the count's temperament could not long indulge in that