intended." "Thanks; the idea that tomorrow I shall no longer suffer, is sweet to my heart." "Do you then regret nothing?" "No," replied Morrel. "Not even me?" asked the count with deep emotion. Morrel's clear eye was for the moment clouded, then it shone with unusual lustre, and a large tear rolled down his cheek. "What," said the count, "do you still regret anything in the world, and yet die?" "Oh, I entreat you," exclaimed Morrel in a low voice, "do not speak
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