Граф Монте-Крісто

The Ball.

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           "Andbesides,"saidthecountess,"accustomedasheistoburningclimates,possiblyhedoesnotfeeltheheataswedo."

           "Idonotthinkthat,forhehascomplainedoffeelingalmostsuffocated,andaskedwhytheVenetianblindswerenotopenedaswellasthewindows."

           "Inaword,"saidMercedes,"itwasawayofassuringmethathisabstinencewasintended."Andshelefttheroom.Aminuteafterwardstheblindswerethrownopen,andthroughthejessamineandclematisthatoverhungthewindowonecouldseethegardenornamentedwithlanterns,andthesupperlaidunderthetent.Dancers,players,talkers,allutteredanexclamationofjoyeveryoneinhaledwithdelightthebreezethatfloatedin.AtthesametimeMercedesreappeared,palerthanbefore,butwiththatimperturbableexpressionofcountenancewhichshesometimeswore.Shewentstraighttothegroupofwhichherhusbandformedthecentre."Donotdetainthosegentlemenhere,count,"shesaid;"theywouldprefer,Ishouldthink,tobreatheinthegardenratherthansuffocatehere,sincetheyarenotplaying."

           "Ah,"saidagallantoldgeneral,who,in1809,hadsung"PartantpourlaSyrie,"—"wewillnotgoalonetothegarden."

           "Then,"saidMercedes,"Iwillleadtheway."TurningtowardsMonteCristo,sheadded,"count,willyouobligemewithyourarm?"Thecountalmoststaggeredatthesesimplewords;thenhefixedhiseyesonMercedes

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