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"Who could know that I was here already?" said the youngman. The valet entered.

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"Never mind what he says, Morcerf," said Debray, "do youmarry her. You marry a money-bag label, it is true; well,but what does that matter? It is better to have a blazonless and a figure more on it. You have seven martlets onyour arms; give three to your wife, and you will still havefour; that is one more than M. de Guise had, who so nearlybecame King of France, and whose cousin was Emperor ofGermany."

"Certainly, I might have lived happily amongst those goodpeople, who adored me, but my perverse disposition prevailedover the virtues which my adopted mother endeavored toinstil into my heart. I increased in wickedness till Icommitted crime. One day when I cursed providence for makingme so wicked, and ordaining me to such a fate, my adoptedfather said to me, `Do not blaspheme, unhappy child, thecrime is that of your father, not yours, -- of your father,who consigned you to hell if you died, and to misery if amiracle preserved you alive.' After that I ceased toblaspheme, but I cursed my father. That is why I haveuttered the words for which you blame me; that is why I havefilled this whole assembly with horror. If I have committedan additional crime, punish me, but if you will allow thatever since the day of my birth my fate has been sad, bitter,and lamentable, then pity me."

"Ah, in truth, madame, to do that I must forget the hour'sconversation I have had with you, which is indeedimpossible." Monte Cristo bowed, and left the house. Madamede Villefort remained immersed in thought. "He is a verystrange man," she said, "and in my opinion is himself theAdelmonte he talks about." As to Monte Cristo the result hadsurpassed his utmost expectations. "Good," said he, as hewent away; "this is a fruitful soil, and I feel certain thatthe seed sown will not be cast on barren ground." Nextmorning, faithful to his promise, he sent the prescriptionrequested.

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"What prince?" asked Albert. "Prince Cavalcanti," saidDanglars, who persisted in giving the young man that title.<"Ah," said Villefort, "this seems to me the truth. If youhave been culpable, it was imprudence, and this imprudencewas in obedience to the orders of your captain. Give up thisletter you have brought from Elba, and pass your word youwill appear should you be required, and go and rejoin yourfriends.

"I should think so, indeed! If he were to lose them" --

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"I called you because you were running like a madman, and Iwas afraid you would throw yourself into the sea," saidCaderousse, laughing. "Why, when a man has friends, they arenot only to offer him a glass of wine, but, moreover, toprevent his swallowing three or four pints of waterunnecessarily!"

"Tell me on which point you desire information, and I willtell all I know; only," added he, with a smile, "I warn youI know very little."

<"And yet they say orphans are to be pitied," said Danglars,wishing to prolong the jest. "Poor things!""I see that you participate in a prevalent error," saidMadame Danglars. "What is it?" said Monte Cristo.

"Perfectly well, my good friend; and I will prove it to youby putting the dots to the `i,' or rather by naming thepersons. You were walking one evening in M. de Villefort'sgarden; from what you relate, I suppose it to have been theevening of Madame de Saint-Meran's death. You heard M. deVillefort talking to M. d'Avrigny about the death of M. deSaint-Meran, and that no less surprising, of the countess.M. d'Avrigny said he believed they both proceeded frompoison; and you, honest man, have ever since been askingyour heart and sounding your conscience to know if you oughtto expose or conceal this secret. Why do you torment them?`Conscience, what hast thou to do with me?' as Sterne said.My dear fellow, let them sleep on, if they are asleep; letthem grow pale in their drowsiness, if they are disposed todo so, and pray do you remain in peace, who have no remorseto disturb you." Deep grief was depicted on Morrel'sfeatures; he seized Monte Cristo's hand. "But it isbeginning again, I say!"

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"Where?" stammered Morcerf.

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