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How a Gardener May Get Rid of the Dormice that Eat His Peaches

           "Nowyouarerich,"saidMonteCristo.

           "Yes,"repliedtheman,"butatwhataprice!"

           "Listen,friend,"saidMonteCristo."Idonotwishtocauseyouanyremorse;believeme,then,whenIsweartoyouthatyouhavewrongednoman,butonthecontraryhavebenefitedmankind."Themanlookedatthebank-notes,feltthem,countedthem,turnedpale,thenred,thenrushedintohisroomtodrinkaglassofwater,buthehadnotimetoreachthewater-jug,andfaintedinthemidstofhisdriedherbs.Fiveminutesafterthenewtelegramreachedtheminister,Debrayhadthehorsesputtohiscarriage,anddrovetoDanglars’house.

           "HasyourhusbandanySpanishbonds?"heaskedofthebaroness.

           "Ithinkso,indeed!Hehassixmillions’worth."

           "Hemustsellthematwhateverprice."

           "Why?"

           "BecauseDonCarloshasfledfromBourges,andhasreturnedtoSpain."

           "Howdoyouknow?"Debrayshruggedhisshoulders."TheideaofaskinghowIhearthenews,"hesaid.Thebaronessdidnotwaitforarepetition;sherantoherhusband,whoimmediatelyhastenedtohisagent,andorderedhimtosellatanyprice.WhenitwasseenthatDanglarssold,theSpanishfundsfelldirectly.Danglarslostfivehundredthousandfrancs;butheridhimselfofallhisSpanishshares.ThesameeveningthefollowingwasreadinLeMessager:

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