Darling, replied Valentine, has not the count just told us that all human wisdom was contained in these two words,- "Wait and hope"?

I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself.

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!

So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.

I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die.' 'Do you mean to say that if I left you---' 'I'd die, yes.' 'Then you love me?

...but my friends call me Edmund Dantes.

Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.