Edmond Dantes:
Ask me to forgive a man for stealing my love... a lover's deception; very well, since you ask it I forgive him that. Ask me to forgive him for stealing fourteen years of my life; very well, forgiven. But forgive him for destroying my father? Never, madam! Never!
Mercedes:
[pause, then]
In my dreams, I have seen you dead... thrown to the bottom of one of those pits where jailers throw their dead prisoners... and I wake from this incessant dream with a cry, shuddering and cold.
Edmond Dantes:
Have you ever dreamed your father dead of hunger? Have you ever dreamed of the one you loved giving her hand to a rival while you perish at the bottom of a pit?
Mercedes:
Worse! I have seen him I loved on the point of murdering my son!
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