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Haidee.

           However,heremainedstanding,clingingtoawindow.Mymothertriedtoforcethedoor,thatshemightgoanddiewithhim,butitwasfastenedontheinside.AllaroundhimwerelyingthePalikares,writhinginconvulsiveagonies,whiletwoorthreewhowereonlyslightlywoundedweretryingtoescapebyspringingfromthewindows.Atthiscrisisthewholeflooringsuddenlygaveway,myfatherfellononeknee,andatthesamemomenttwentyhandswerethrustforth,armedwithsabres,pistols,andponiardstwentyblowswereinstantaneouslydirectedagainstoneman,andmyfatherdisappearedinawhirlwindoffireandsmokekindledbythesedemons,andwhichseemedlikehellitselfopeningbeneathhisfeet.Ifeltmyselffalltotheground,mymotherhadfainted."

           Haidee’sarmsfellbyherside,andsheutteredadeepgroan,atthesametimelookingtowardsthecountasiftoaskifheweresatisfiedwithherobediencetohiscommands.MonteCristoaroseandapproachedher,tookherhand,andsaidtoherinRomaic,"Calmyourself,mydearchild,andtakecourageinrememberingthatthereisaGodwhowillpunishtraitors."

           "Itisafrightfulstory,count,"saidAlbert,terrifiedatthepalenessofHaidee’scountenance,"andIreproachmyselfnowforhavingbeensocruelandthoughtlessinmyrequest."

           "Oh,itisnothing,"saidMonteCristo.Then,pattingtheyounggirlonthehead,hecontinued,"Haideeisverycourageous,andshesometimesevenfindsconsolationintherecitalofhermisfortunes.

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