Hasten to Monte Cristo--avail yourself of the fortune--for you have indeed suffered long enough." A violent convulsion attacked the old man.

Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected with blood.

It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended from the chest to the head.
"Adieu, adieu!" murmured the old man, clasping Edmond's hand convulsively--"adieu!" "Oh, no,--no, not yet," he cried; "do not forsake me! Oh, succor him! Help--help--help!" "Hush--hush!" murmured the dying man, "that they may not separate us if you save me!" "You are right.

Oh, yes, yes; be assured I shall save you! Besides, although you suffer much, you do not seem to be in such agony as you were before." "Do not mistake.

I suffer less because there is in me less strength to endure.