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888ҳַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Just so, Lucien," returned Morcerf; "you have described himfeature for feature. Yes, keen and cutting politeness. Thisman has often made me shudder; and one day that we wereviewing an execution, I thought I should faint, more fromhearing the cold and calm manner in which he spoke of everydescription of torture, than from the sight of theexecutioner and the culprit.""No; the fact is, I have found my father."

This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening beforein the ruins of the Colosseum. No part of the programmediffered, -- the names of the condemned persons, theircrimes, and mode of punishment, all agreed with his previousinformation. In all probability, therefore, the Transteverinwas no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himself, and theman shrouded in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbadthe Sailor," but who, no doubt, was still pursuing hisphilanthropic expedition in Rome, as he had already done atPorto-Vecchio and Tunis. Time was getting on, however, andFranz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert; but at themoment he prepared to proceed to his chamber, his friendentered the room in perfect costume for the day. Theanticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his headas to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour."Now, my excellent Signor Pastrini," said Franz, addressinghis landlord, "since we are both ready, do you think we mayproceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo?"


The old man uttered a cry, and turned round; then, seeinghis son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling.

The inspector listened attentively; then, turning to thegovernor, observed, "He will become religious -- he isalready more gentle; he is afraid, and retreated before thebayonets -- madmen are not afraid of anything; I made somecurious observations on this at Charenton." Then, turning tothe prisoner, "What is it you want?" said he.

"Oh," replied Danglars, "since we cannot leave this port forthe next three months, let us hope that ere the expirationof that period Dantes will be set at liberty."

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"Quite, quite alone," replied the man -- "or, at least,practically so, for my poor wife, who is the only person inthe house besides myself, is laid up with illness, andunable to render me the least assistance, poor thing!"<"Then," continued Chateau-Renaud, "since you have anestablishment, a steward, and a hotel in the Champs Elysees,you only want a mistress." Albert smiled. He thought of thefair Greek he had seen in the count's box at the Argentinaand Valle theatres. "I have something better than that,"said Monte Cristo; "I have a slave. You procure yourmistresses from the opera, the Vaudeville, or the Varietes;I purchased mine at Constantinople; it cost me more, but Ihave nothing to fear."

"Poor, dear woman," said Debray, "she is no doubt occupiedin distilling balm for the hospitals, or in making cosmeticsfor herself or friends. Do you know she spends two or threethousand crowns a year in this amusement? But I wonder sheis not here. I should have been pleased to see her, for Ilike her very much."

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"Willingly. M. Danglars dined with me."

We saw in a preceding chapter how Madame Danglars wentformally to announce to Madame de Villefort the approachingmarriage of Eugenie Danglars and M. Andrea Cavalcanti. Thisannouncement, which implied or appeared to imply, theapproval of all the persons concerned in this momentousaffair, had been preceded by a scene to which our readersmust be admitted. We beg them to take one step backward, andto transport themselves, the morning of that day of greatcatastrophes, into the showy, gilded salon we have beforeshown them, and which was the pride of its owner, BaronDanglars. In this room, at about ten o'clock in the morning,the banker himself had been walking to and fro for someminutes thoughtfully and in evident uneasiness, watchingboth doors, and listening to every sound. When his patiencewas exhausted, he called his valet. "Etienne," said he, "seewhy Mademoiselle Eugenie has asked me to meet her in thedrawing-room, and why she makes me wait so long."

"At least we can have a window?"


"Well; what of the postscript?"





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