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The Dinner.

           "Villefort,whohadhithertonottastedthethreeorfourglassesofrarewinewhichwereplacedbeforehim,heretookone,anddrankitoff.MonteCristoallowedashorttimetoelapse,andthensaid,"Itissingular,baron,butthesameideacameacrossmethefirsttimeIcamehere;itlookedsogloomyIshouldneverhaveboughtitifmystewardhadnottakenthematterintohisownhands.Perhapsthefellowhadbeenbribedbythenotary."

           "Itisprobable,"stammeredoutVillefort,tryingtosmile;"butIcanassureyouthatIhadnothingtodowithanysuchproceeding.ThishouseispartofValentine’smarriage-portion,andM.deSaint–Meranwishedtosellit;forifithadremainedanotheryearortwouninhabiteditwouldhavefallentoruin."ItwasMorrel’sturntobecomepale.

           "Therewas,aboveall,oneroom,"continuedMonteCristo,"veryplaininappearance,hungwithreddamask,which,Iknownotwhy,appearedtomequitedramatic."

           "Whyso?"saidDanglars;"whydramatic?"

           "Canweaccountforinstinct?"saidMonteCristo."Aretherenotsomeplaceswhereweseemtobreathesadness?why,wecannottell.Itisachainofrecollectionsanideawhichcarriesyoubacktoothertimes,tootherplaceswhich,verylikely,havenoconnectionwiththepresenttimeandplace.AndthereissomethinginthisroomwhichremindsmeforciblyofthechamberoftheMarquisedeGanges10orDesdemona.

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