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The Story.

           

           "Whatmakesyoubelievethis?"

           "Why,whenIfoundmyselfutterlydestitute,Ithoughtmyoldfriendswould,perhaps,assistme.SoIwenttoDanglars,whowouldnotevenreceiveme.IcalledonFernand,whosentmeahundredfrancsbyhisvalet-dechambre."

           "Thenyoudidnotseeeitherofthem?"

           "No,butMadamedeMorcerfsawme."

           "Howwasthat?"

           "AsIwentawayapursefellatmyfeetitcontainedfiveandtwentylouis;Iraisedmyheadquickly,andsawMercedes,whoatonceshuttheblind."

           "AndM.deVillefort?"askedtheabbe.

           "Oh,heneverwasafriendofmine,Ididnotknowhim,andIhadnothingtoaskofhim."

           "Doyounotknowwhatbecameofhim,andthesharehehadinEdmond’smisfortunes?"

           "No;IonlyknowthatsometimeafterEdmond’sarrest,hemarriedMademoiselledeSaint–Meran,andsoonafterleftMarseilles;nodoubthehasbeenasluckyastherest;nodoubtheisasrichasDanglars,ashighinstationasFernand.Ionly,asyousee,haveremainedpoor,wretched,andforgotten."

           "Youaremistaken,myfriend,"repliedtheabbe;"Godmayseemsometimestoforgetforatime,whilehisjusticereposes,buttherealwayscomesamomentwhenheremembersandbeholdaproof!"Ashespoke,theabbetookthediamondfromhispocket,andgivingittoCaderousse,said"Here,myfriend,takethisdiamond,itisyours.

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