Notes and Reflections on Books and Media
by Hannah Leitheiser
The Count of Monte Cristo
'“Edmond, you will not kill my son!”
The count retreated a step, uttered a slight exclamation, and let fall the pistol he held.
“What name did you pronounce then, Madame de Morcerf?” said he.
"Yours!” cried she, throwing back her veil,—“yours, which I alone, perhaps, have not forgotten. Edmond, it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come to you, it is Mercédès.”
"Mercédès is dead, madame," said Monte Cristo; "I know no one now of that name."' - The Count of Monte Cristo