Граф Монте-Крісто

Bread and Salt.

           "Oh,mother,"heexclaimed,"suchamisfortunehashappened!"

           "What?Whathashappened?"askedthecountess,asthoughawakeningfromasleeptotherealitiesoflife;"didyousayamisfortune?Indeed,Ishouldexpectmisfortunes."

           "M.deVillefortishere."

           "Well?"

           "Hecomestofetchhiswifeanddaughter."

           "Whyso?"

           "BecauseMadamedeSaint–MeranisjustarrivedinParis,bringingthenewsofM.deSaint–Meran’sdeath,whichtookplaceonthefirststageafterheleftMarseilles.MadamedeVillefort,whowasinverygoodspirits,wouldneitherbelievenorthinkofthemisfortune,butMademoiselleValentine,atthefirstwords,guessedthewholetruth,notwithstandingalltheprecautionsofherfather;theblowstruckherlikeathunderbolt,andshefellsenseless."

           "AndhowwasM.deSaint–MeranrelatedtoMademoiselledeVillefort?"saidthecount.

           "Hewashergrandfatheronthemother’sside.HewascomingheretohastenhermarriagewithFranz."

           "Ah,indeed?"

           "SoFranzmustwait.WhywasnotM.deSaint–MeranalsograndfathertoMademoiselleDanglars?"

           "Albert,Albert,"saidMadamedeMorcerf,inatoneofmildreproof,"whatareyousaying?Ah,count,heesteemsyousohighly,tellhimthathehasspokenamiss."Andshetooktwoorthreestepsforward

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