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ŽɳƸַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Short or tall?""Yes, it is very soon," said the doctor, looking at thecorpse before him; "but that ought not to astonish you;Monsieur and Madame de Saint-Meran died as soon. People dievery suddenly in your house, M. de Villefort."

"No," said Morrel; "I am not mistaken. I have known him forten years, the last four of which he was in my service. Donot you recollect, I came about six weeks ago to plead forclemency, as I come to-day to plead for justice. Youreceived me very coldly. Oh, the royalists were very severewith the Bonapartists in those days."


"Yes," replied the count, "and you confirmed the report. Ayouthful indiscretion, I suppose, which you were anxious toconceal from the world at large?" The major recoveredhimself, and resumed his usual calm manner, at the same timecasting his eyes down, either to give himself time tocompose his countenance, or to assist his imagination, allthe while giving an under-look at the count, the protractedsmile on whose lips still announced the same politecuriosity. "Yes," said the major, "I did wish this fault tobe hidden from every eye."

"What is done to infanticides in this country?" asked MajorCavalcanti innocently.

"I do not understand you, baron," said Morcerf.

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"They gave all their fortune to the hospitals."<"Try again," whispered the count, who depended on the secretspring, which was unknown to the picklock, clever as hemight be -- "try again, you have a few minutes' work there."And he advanced to the window. The man whom he had seenseated on a fence had got down, and was still pacing thestreet; but, strange as it appeared, he cared not for thosewho might pass from the avenue of the Champs-Elysees or bythe Faubourg St. Honore; his attention was engrossed withwhat was passing at the count's, and his only aim appearedto be to discern every movement in the dressing-room.

He then took Peppino aside, gave him an order in a lowvoice, and Peppino went away, taking with him a torch,brought with them in the carriage. Five minutes elapsed,during which Franz saw the shepherd going along a narrowpath that led over the irregular and broken surface of theCampagna; and finally he disappeared in the midst of thetall red herbage, which seemed like the bristling mane of anenormous lion. "Now," said the count, "let us follow him."Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along thesame path, which, at the distance of a hundred paces, ledthem over a declivity to the bottom of a small valley. Theythen perceived two men conversing in the obscurity. "Oughtwe to go on?" asked Franz of the count; "or shall we waitawhile?"

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"You removed this stone very carelessly; but I suppose youhad no tools to aid you."

"Mother," said Albert with firmness. "I cannot make youshare the fate I have planned for myself. I must livehenceforth without rank and fortune, and to begin this hardapprenticeship I must borrow from a friend the loaf I shalleat until I have earned one. So, my dear mother, I am goingat once to ask Franz to lend me the small sum I shallrequire to supply my present wants."

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Edmond Dantes:


<"This 25th day of April, 1498, be...ing invited to dine byhis Holiness Alexander VI., and fearing that not...contentwith making me pay for my hat, he may desire to become myheir, and re...serves for me the fate of Cardinals Capraraand Bentivoglio, who were poisoned...I declare to my nephew,Guido Spada, my sole heir, that I have bu...ried in a placehe knows and has visited with me, that is, in...the caves ofthe small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss...ssed ofingots, gold, money, jewels, diamonds, gems; that Ialone...know of the existence of this treasure, which mayamount to nearly two mil...lions of Roman crowns, and whichhe will find on raising the twentieth ro...ck from the smallcreek to the east in a right line. Two open...ings have beenmade in these caves; the treasure is in the furthesta...ngle in the second; which treasure I bequeath and leaveen...tire to him as my sole heir."25th April, 1498."Caes...ar Spada."And, indeed, it required but one glance at MademoiselleDanglars to comprehend the justness of Morcerf's remark --she was beautiful, but her beauty was of too marked anddecided a character to please a fastidious taste; her hairwas raven black, but its natural waves seemed somewhatrebellious; her eyes, of the same color as her hair, weresurmounted by well-arched brows, whose great defect,however, consisted in an almost habitual frown, while herwhole physiognomy wore that expression of firmness anddecision so little in accordance with the gentler attributesof her sex -- her nose was precisely what a sculptor wouldhave chosen for a chiselled Juno. Her mouth, which mighthave been found fault with as too large, displayed teeth ofpearly whiteness, rendered still more conspicuous by thebrilliant carmine of her lips, contrasting vividly with hernaturally pale complexion. But that which completed thealmost masculine look Morcerf found so little to his taste,was a dark mole, of much larger dimensions than these freaksof nature generally are, placed just at the corner of hermouth; and the effect tended to increase the expression ofself-dependence that characterized her countenance. The restof Mademoiselle Eugenie's person was in perfect keeping withthe head just described; she, indeed, reminded one of Diana,as Chateau-Renaud observed, but her bearing was more haughtyand resolute. As regarded her attainments, the only fault tobe found with them was the same that a fastidiousconnoisseur might have found with her beauty, that they weresomewhat too erudite and masculine for so young a person.She was a perfect linguist, a first-rate artist, wrotepoetry, and composed music; to the study of the latter sheprofessed to be entirely devoted, following it with anindefatigable perseverance, assisted by a schoolfellow, -- ayoung woman without fortune whose talent promised to developinto remarkable powers as a singer. It was rumored that shewas an object of almost paternal interest to one of theprincipal composers of the day, who excited her to spare nopains in the cultivation of her voice, which might hereafterprove a source of wealth and independence. But this counseleffectually decided Mademoiselle Danglars never to commitherself by being seen in public with one destined for atheatrical life; and acting upon this principle, thebanker's daughter, though perfectly willing to allowMademoiselle Louise d'Armilly (that was the name of theyoung virtuosa) to practice with her through the day, tookespecial care not to be seen in her company. Still, thoughnot actually received at the Hotel Danglars in the light ofan acknowledged friend, Louise was treated with far morekindness and consideration than is usually bestowed on agoverness.

"Doctor," cried Villefort, "alas, doctor, how often hasman's justice been deceived by those fatal words. I know notwhy, but I feel that this crime" --





ŽɳƸ̳Ƿܶģʽȫ "Assuredly; as for me, I should have been incapable of it,"said Chateau-Renaud, with most significant coolness. ϸ

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ŽɳƸ̳Щ"ģ"ά ƹҲϰ "Nonsense, I am going to set you an example of confidence,they give me 50,000 francs a year to be your son;consequently, you can understand that it is not at alllikely I shall ever deny my parent." The major lookedanxiously around him. "Make yourself easy, we are quitealone," said Andrea; "besides, we are conversing inItalian." ϸ

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