"Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, ...
Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".
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Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".
