“Well, you look how a wildebeest sounds like it should look.” He was right she hadn’t the faintest idea what a wildebeest looked like. If your valet-” “I don’t believe you know what a wildebeest looks like,” he said mildly. “Here is my purpose: you look like a wildebeest. Was there some purpose to your visit? If not, you are dismissed.” “You are peculiarly deaf to the cues most servants know to listen for. Why, the first thing he does is to cut his hair.” I assure you, after Dantes spends years and years locked away, growing into a ragamuffin, he emerges quite deadly.
Because it has instilled a new passion in your heartthat of vengeance.
I regret now, said he, having helped you in your late inquiries, or having given you the information I did. “He held it up so she could see the spine: The Count of Monte Cristo, by Dumas. Two of the best book quotes from Abbé Faria. And I, too, Edmond-oh! believe me-guilty as I was-oh, yes, I, too, have suffered much!” Well, Edmond, I swear to you, by the head of that son for whom I entreat your pity,-Edmond, for ten years I saw every night every detail of that frightful tragedy, and for ten years I heard every night the cry which awoke me, shuddering and cold. I had been told that you had endeavored to escape that you had taken the place of another prisoner that you had slipped into the winding sheet of a dead body that you had been thrown alive from the top of the Chateau d’If, and that the cry you uttered as you dashed upon the rocks first revealed to your jailers that they were your murderers. Edmond, if you knew all the prayers I have addressed to God for you while I thought you were living and since I have thought you must be dead! Yes, dead, alas! I imagined your dead body buried at the foot of some gloomy tower, or cast to the bottom of a pit by hateful jailers, and I wept! What could I do for you, Edmond, besides pray and weep? Listen for ten years I dreamed each night the same dream. Edmond, my friend, do not compel me to tarnish that noble and pure image reflected incessantly on the mirror of my heart. “Edmond,” continued Mercedes, with her arms extended towards the count, “since I first knew you, I have adored your name, have respected your memory. Since God himself dictated those words to his prophet, why should I seek to make myself better than God?” “It is written in the good book,” said Monte Cristo, “that the sins of the fathers shall fall upon their children to the third and fourth generation. “Revenge yourself, then, Edmond,” cried the poor mother “but let your vengeance fall on the culprits,-on him, on me, but not on my son!” “The count, fearing to yield to the entreaties of her he had so ardently loved, called his sufferings to the assistance of his hatred. The Count of Monte Cristo book Edmond Dantes character revenge concept 02 Share Oh, God, said Monte Cristo, your vengeance may sometimes be slow in coming, but I think that then it is all the more complete.
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