Jon Hagadorn
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
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Oh, Count, I shall sleep calmly, deliciously, in the arms of death.
Mora uttered these words with an energy which made the Count shudder.
"'My friend,' continued Morel, "'you named the fifth of October as the end of the period of waiting.
Today is the fifth of October.'
He took out his watch.
"'It is now nine o'clock.
I have yet three hours to live.'
"'Then be it so,' said the Count.
"'Come.'
Morel mechanically followed the Count, and they had entered the grotto before he perceived it.
He felt a carpet under his feet.
A door opened.
Perfumes surrounded him, and a brilliant light dazzled his eyes.
Morel hesitated to advance.
He dreaded the enervating effect of all that he saw.
Monte Cristo drew him in gently.
Why should we not spend the last three hours remaining to us of life like those ancient Romans who, when condemned by Nero, their emperor and heir, sat down at a table covered with flowers and gently glided into death amid the perfume of heliotropes and roses?"
Morel smiled.
"'As you please,' he said.
"'Death is always death.'