"I am he whom you sold and dishonored -- I am he whose betrothed you prostituted -- I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise yourself to fortune -- I am he whose father you condemned to die of hunger -- I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven -- I am Edmond Dantes!" Danglars uttered a cry, and fell
prostrate. "Rise," said the count, "your life is safe; the same good fortune has not happened to your accomplices -- one is mad, the other dead.