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Marseilles — The Arrival.

           Morrel,"exclaimedtheyoungseaman,withtearsinhiseyes,andgraspingtheowner’shand,"M.Morrel,IthankyouinthenameofmyfatherandofMercedes."

           "That’sallright,Edmond.There’saprovidencethatwatchesoverthedeserving.Gotoyourfather:goandseeMercedes,andafterwardscometome."

           "ShallIrowyouashore?"

           "No,thankyou;IshallremainandlookovertheaccountswithDanglars.Haveyoubeensatisfiedwithhimthisvoyage?"

           "Thatisaccordingtothesenseyouattachtothequestion,sir.Doyoumeanisheagoodcomrade?No,forIthinkheneverlikedmesincethedaywhenIwassillyenough,afteralittlequarrelwehad,toproposetohimtostopfortenminutesattheislandofMonteCristotosettlethedisputeapropositionwhichIwaswrongtosuggest,andhequiterighttorefuse.Ifyoumeanasresponsibleagentwhenyouaskmethequestion,Ibelievethereisnothingtosayagainsthim,andthatyouwillbecontentwiththewayinwhichhehasperformedhisduty."

           "Buttellme,Dantes,ifyouhadcommandofthePharaonshouldyoubegladtoseeDanglarsremain?"

           "Captainormate,M.Morrel,Ishallalwayshavethegreatestrespectforthosewhopossesstheowners’confidence."

           "That’sright,that’sright,Dantes!Iseeyouareathoroughlygoodfellow,andwilldetainyounolonger.Go,forIseehowimpatientyouare

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