Volume I Part 57 (1/2)
Jacopo could only go on sobbing, and hot tears caard cheeks
”You have killed Manuelita,” whispered the count softly
Jacopo trembled
”Who has told you, master?”
”Don't you know that I can read your soul?”
”Yes,” nodded Jacopo ”I have killed her!”
”And do you regret the deed?”
”This question I cannot exactly answer,” observed Jacopo timidly ”I was for a time insane, and often I wish I were so even now; the clouded mind was bliss compared with the terrible recollections which now break h to take e; I suffer terribly, I cry, I wring my hands, and yet I live Oh, the cowardice! ill save me from myself?”
”I,” said Monte-Cristo, earnestly
”You, hty, and if you like you are able to pull out ofmy heart Pity me, count, and I am free!”
Monte-Cristo's look rested pitifully upon the unfortunate, and his voice sounded soft and :
”Jacopo, only to save you I came here”
”I feel it, I know it; oh, how kind you are!”
”Jacopo, when man is carried away by his passions and has done evil--what you have done was bad, because you did not possess the right to judge Manuelita, and you feel it by your remorse--then there is only one remedy, to atone for the sin--”
”Oh, ular, but since I have looked into your eyes and heard your voice, I have the feeling that the bloody fog which darkened ain more freely, and my head is clear as it was previously, when I passed days on the ocean and saw nothing above me but heaven and sun Master, tell ood, that the evil may disappear before it”
”Alas, if I could do that! I have killed, and I a the power to raise the dead”
”And if you could nevertheless atone for your cri is clouded for me; please speak plain to me, that I may understand you”
”Jacopo, life and death are related together, which, however, a secret and indissoluble union connect with each other Not for nothing have I put you to the test; when I visited this cursed place, when I sounded old pieces, it was only because I wanted to find out whether misery had also corrupted your soul”
”Oh,” replied Jacopo, contemptuously, ”it does not say much to have remained an honest ain as I left you ten years ago; now, listen, will you accompany me?”
Jacopo trembled all over
”Leave Marseilles?” muttered he, in half-suppressed words; ”oh, master, if you only knew that it is my sole and only joy to wander on the strand, and to contemplate that blue ocean which sed her up!”
”Jacopo, I have co you, as I am in want of you I have to undertake difficulties; n lands, on here death and crime are on the watch, and I have counted on your assistance Shall I have been mistaken?”
Instead of an answer Jacopothe hands of his master, kissed them