The Count of Monte Cristo

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"The Count of Monte Cristo!" said Danglars, more pale from terror than
he had been just before from hunger and misery.

"You are mistaken--I am not the Count of Monte Cristo."

"Then who are you?"

"I am he whom you sold and dishonored--I am he whose betrothed you
prostituted--I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise
yourself to fortune--I am he whose father you condemned to die of
hunger--I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet
forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven--I am Edmond Dantes!"
Danglars uttered a cry, and fell prostrate. "Rise," said the count,
"your life is safe; the same good fortune has not happened to your
accomplices--one is mad, the other dead. Keep the 50,000 francs you have
left--I give them to you. The 5,000,000 you stole from the hospitals has
been restored to them by an unknown hand. And now eat and drink; I will