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򷢹ַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"My father knows me," replied Villefort; "he is quite surethat his wishes will be held sacred by me; besides, heunderstands that in my position I cannot plead against thepoor." The eye of Noirtier beamed with triumph. "What do youdecide on, sir?" asked the notary of Villefort."I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes; only, Itell you beforehand, the carriage will cost you six piastresa day."

"Don't you remember," said the patron, "I told you thatamong the crew there were two Corsican brigands?"


"And what did you do then?"

"Ah, mon Dieu," exclaimed Danglars, "they have drawn on mefor 200,000 francs!"

"Ah, sir," exclaimed Madame de Villefort, clasping herhands, "what do you say?"

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"Are you interested in the sugar question?" asked the editorof the ministerial paper.<"What did I tell you?" said the governor.

"Who can tell? The night is gloomy, and the Tiber is verynear the Via Macello." Franz felt a shudder run through hisveins at observing that the feeling of the duke and thecountess was so much in unison with his own personaldisquietude. "I informed them at the hotel that I had thehonor of passing the night here, duke," said Franz, "anddesired them to come and inform me of his return."

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When Franz recovered his senses, he saw Albert drinking aglass of water, of which, to judge from his pallor, he stoodin great need; and the count, who was assuming hismasquerade costume. He glanced mechanically towards thesquare -- the scene was wholly changed; scaffold,executioners, victims, all had disappeared; only the peopleremained, full of noise and excitement. The bell of MonteCitorio, which only sounds on the pope's decease and theopening of the Carnival, was ringing a joyous peal. "Well,"asked he of the count, "what has, then, happened?"

"Still, there have been men who suffered more than you."

<"Muster up all your courage, then, for never have yourequired it more." Albert passed his hand over his forehead,as if to try his strength, as a man who is preparing todefend his life proves his shield and bends his sword. Hethought himself strong enough, for he mistook fever forenergy. "Go on," said he."Does the sum you gave for them make the animals lessbeautiful," inquired the count, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nevertheless, it is quite true; still, I agree with you inthinking that my present ignorance of the first city inEurope is a reproach to me in every way, and calls forimmediate correction; but, in all probability, I should haveperformed so important, so necessary a duty, as that ofmaking myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties ofyour justly celebrated capital, had I known any person whowould have introduced me into the fashionable world, butunfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there, and, ofnecessity, was compelled to abandon the idea."


<"Mala ducis avi domum," continued Louis XVIII., stillannotating."And you are quite right," said the notary, who feared tolose his fee. "It is a charming place, well supplied withspring-water and fine trees; a comfortable habitation,although abandoned for a long time, without reckoning thefurniture, which, although old, is yet valuable, now thatold things are so much sought after. I suppose the count hasthe tastes of the day?"

"Oh, it is no trouble to spend that; and I am like you, Iwant capital."





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