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The Challenge.

           Inonerespectyouareright,forIamreadytoquarrelwitheveryonetoday;butyouhavethefirstclaim,M.Danglars."

           "Sir,"repliedDanglars,palewithangerandfear,"Iwarnyou,whenIhavethemisfortunetomeetwithamaddog,Ikillit;andfarfromthinkingmyselfguiltyofacrime,IbelieveIdosocietyakindness.Now,ifyouaremadandtrytobiteme,Iwillkillyouwithoutpity.Isitmyfaultthatyourfatherhasdishonoredhimself?"

           "Yes,miserablewretch!"criedMorcerf,"itisyourfault."Danglarsretreatedafewsteps."Myfault?"saidhe;"youmustbemad!WhatdoIknowoftheGrecianaffair?HaveItravelledinthatcountry?DidIadviseyourfathertosellthecastleofYaninatobetray"—

           "Silence!"saidAlbert,withathunderingvoice."No;itisnotyouwhohavedirectlymadethisexposureandbroughtthissorrowonus,butyouhypocriticallyprovokedit."

           "I?"

           "Yes;you!Howcameitknown?"

           "IsupposeyoureaditinthepaperintheaccountfromYanina?"

           "WhowrotetoYanina?"

           "ToYanina?"

           "Yes.Whowroteforparticularsconcerningmyfather?"

           "IimagineanyonemaywritetoYanina."

           "Butonepersononlywrote!"

           "Oneonly?"

           "Yes;andthatwasyou!"

           "I,doubtless,wrote.

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