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In the old Greek legend the Atreidae, or children of Atreus, were doomed to punishaend

"You knew it?" cried Morrel, in such a paroxys heavens would have found un?"

"And what is it tohis shoulders; "do I know those people? and must I lose the one to save the other? Faith, no, for between the culprit and the victi with sorrow, "I love her!"

"You love?--who the two hands which Morrel was raising towards heaven

"I love ive his life-blood to spare her a tear--I love Valentine de Villefort, who is being murdered at this moment! Do you understand me? I love her; and I ask God and you how I can save her?" Monte Cristo uttered a cry which those only can conceive who have heard the roar of a wounded lion "Unhappyhis hands in his turn; "you love Valentine,--that daughter of an accursed race!" Never had Morrel witnessed such an expression--never had so terrible an eye flashed before his face--never had the genius of terror he had so often seen, either on the battle-field or in the eria, shaken around him more dreadful fire He drew back terrified

As for Monte Cristo, after this ebullition he closed his eyes as if dazzled by internal light In a moment he restrained hi of his breast subsided, as turbulent and foaenial influence when the cloud has passed This silence, self-control, and struggle lasted about twenty seconds, then the count raised his pallid face "See," said he, "htless and unfeelingdreadful scenes to their view I, as looking on, an eager and curious spectator,--I, atching the working of thisat the evil men committed protected by secrecy (a secret is easily kept by the rich and powerful), I am in my turn bitten by the serpent whose tortuous course I atching, and bitten to the heart!"

Morrel groaned "Co, be a , be full of hope, for I am here and atch over you" Morrel shook his head sorrowfully "I tell you to hope Do you understand me?" cried Monte Cristo "Remember that I never uttered a falsehood and am never deceived It is twelve o'clock, Maximilian; thank heaven that you ca Listen, Morrel--it is noon; if Valentine is not now dead, she will not die"