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2׿ޱҴ浵ַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini, with the air ofa man perfectly well satisfied with himself."He has invited me to dine there."

"Ah," responded Sinbad, laughing with his singular laughwhich displayed his white and sharp teeth. "You have notguessed rightly. Such as you see me I am, a sort ofphilosopher, and one day perhaps I shall go to Paris torival Monsieur Appert, and the little man in the bluecloak."

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"`Who, then, has counselled you to take this step, one forwhich the court is deeply indebted to you, and which isperfectly natural, considering your birth and yourmisfortunes?' -- `Sir,' replied Haidee, `I have been led totake this step from a feeling of respect and grief. Althougha Christian, may God forgive me, I have always sought torevenge my illustrious father. Since I set my foot inFrance, and knew the traitor lived in Paris, I have watchedcarefully. I live retired in the house of my nobleprotector, but I do it from choice. I love retirement andsilence, because I can live with my thoughts andrecollections of past days. But the Count of Monte Cristosurrounds me with every paternal care, and I am ignorant ofnothing which passes in the world. I learn all in thesilence of my apartments, -- for instance, I see all thenewspapers, every periodical, as well as every new piece ofmusic; and by thus watching the course of the life ofothers, I learned what had transpired this morning in theHouse of Peers, and what was to take place this evening;then I wrote.'

"And yet it has not prevented your sending for me to play mesome trick."

"One word more," said Monte Cristo.

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"Then he will be able to give us an answer to-night."<"The festa was magnificent; not only was the villabrilliantly illuminated, but thousands of colored lanternswere suspended from the trees in the garden; and very soonthe palace overflowed to the terraces, and the terraces tothe garden-walks. At each cross-path was an orchestra, andtables spread with refreshments; the guests stopped, formedquadrilles, and danced in any part of the grounds theypleased. Carmela was attired like a woman of Sonnino. Hercap was embroidered with pearls, the pins in her hair wereof gold and diamonds, her girdle was of Turkey silk, withlarge embroidered flowers, her bodice and skirt were ofcashmere, her apron of Indian muslin, and the buttons of hercorset were of jewels. Two of her companions were dressed,the one as a woman of Nettuno, and the other as a woman ofLa Riccia. Four young men of the richest and noblestfamilies of Rome accompanied them with that Italian freedomwhich has not its parallel in any other country in theworld. They were attired as peasants of Albano, Velletri,Civita-Castellana, and Sora. We need hardly add that thesepeasant costumes, like those of the young women, werebrilliant with gold and jewels.

"Bravo," said Maximilian.

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He had scarcely advanced three leagues out of Rome whendaylight began to disappear. Danglars had not intendedstarting so late, or he would have remained; he put his headout and asked the postilion how long it would be before theyreached the next town. "Non capisco" (do not understand),was the reply. Danglars bent his head, which he meant toimply, "Very well." The carriage again moved on. "I willstop at the first posting-house," said Danglars to himself.

"Yes."

<"Suppose we wait a while, and see what comes of it," saidhe, casting a bewildered look on his companion."You do not wish to hear it, perhaps?"

"Ma foi, yes."

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<"Why not?""Of me?"

As the day advanced, the tumult became greater. There wasnot on the pavement, in the carriages, at the windows, asingle tongue that was silent, a single arm that did notmove. It was a human storm, made up of a thunder of cries,and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, andnosegays. At three o'clock the sound of fireworks, let offon the Piazza del Popolo and the Piazza di Venezia (heardwith difficulty amid the din and confusion) announced thatthe races were about to begin. The races, like the moccoli,are one of the episodes peculiar to the last days of theCarnival. At the sound of the fireworks the carriagesinstantly broke ranks, and retired by the adjacent streets.All these evolutions are executed with an inconceivableaddress and marvellous rapidity, without the policeinterfering in the matter. The pedestrians ranged themselvesagainst the walls; then the trampling of horses and theclashing of steel were heard. A detachment of carbineers,fifteen abreast, galloped up the Corso in order to clear itfor the barberi. When the detachment arrived at the Piazzadi Venezia, a second volley of fireworks was discharged, toannounce that the street was clear. Almost instantly, in themidst of a tremendous and general outcry, seven or eighthorses, excited by the shouts of three hundred thousandspectators, passed by like lightning. Then the Castle ofSaint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that numberthree had won. Immediately, without any other signal, thecarriages moved on, flowing on towards the Corso, down allthe streets, like torrents pent up for a while, which againflow into the parent river; and the immense stream againcontinued its course between its two granite banks.

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2׿ޱҴ浵ͮһú¹1˻1 6˱ "Yes." There was a profound silence. The two notaries wereholding a consultation as to the best means of proceedingwith the affair. Valentine was looking at her grandfatherwith a smile of intense gratitude, and Villefort was bitinghis lips with vexation, while Madame de Villefort could notsucceed in repressing an inward feeling of joy, which, inspite of herself, appeared in her whole countenance. "But,"said Villefort, who was the first to break the silence, "Iconsider that I am the best judge of the propriety of themarriage in question. I am the only person possessing theright to dispose of my daughter's hand. It is my wish thatshe should marry M. Franz d'Epinay -- and she shall marryhim." Valentine sank weeping into a chair. ϸ

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2׿ޱҴ浵ѵŮӷ֦ǰ켣ưҹ ҵĸ "Oh, fear not," said Maximilian, stopping at a shortdistance, "I do not intend to render another man responsiblefor the rigorous fate reserved for me. Another mightthreaten to seek M. Franz, to provoke him, and to fight withhim; all that would be folly. What has M. Franz to do withit? He saw me this morning for the first time, and hasalready forgotten he has seen me. He did not even know Iexisted when it was arranged by your two families that youshould be united. I have no enmity against M. Franz, andpromise you the punishment shall not fall on him." ϸ

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