"You condemned me to a horrible, tedious death; you killed my father; you deprived me of liberty, of love, and happiness." "Who are you, then? Who are you?" "I am the spectre of a wretch you buried in the dungeons of the Chateau d'If. God gave that spectre the form of the Count of Monte Cristo when he at length issued from his tomb, enriched him with gold and diamonds, and led him to you!" "Ah, I recognize you—I recognize you!" exclaimed the king's attorney; "you are"— "I am Edmond Dantes!"
