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The Breakfast.

           Germain;’‘ten,fifteen,ortwentythieves,havebeenarrestedinacafeontheBoulevardduTemple,orintheThermesdeJulien,’andyetthesesamemendenytheexistenceofthebanditsintheMaremma,theCampagnadiRomana,orthePontineMarshes.TellthemyourselfthatIwastakenbybandits,andthatwithoutyourgenerousintercessionIshouldnowhavebeensleepingintheCatacombsofSt.Sebastian,insteadofreceivingtheminmyhumbleabodeintheRueduHelder."

           "Ah,"saidMonteCristo"youpromisedmenevertomentionthatcircumstance."

           "ItwasnotIwhomadethatpromise,"criedMorcerf;"itmusthavebeensomeoneelsewhomyouhaverescuedinthesamemanner,andwhomyouhaveforgotten.Prayspeakofit,forIshallnotonly,Itrust,relatethelittleIdoknow,butalsoagreatdealIdonotknow."

           "Itseemstome,"returnedthecount,smiling,"thatyouplayedasufficientlyimportantparttoknowaswellasmyselfwhathappened."

           "Well,youpromiseme,ifItellallIknow,torelate,inyourturn,allthatIdonotknow?"

           "Thatisbutfair,"repliedMonteCristo.

           "Well,"saidMorcerf,"forthreedaysIbelievedmyselftheobjectoftheattentionsofamasque,whomItookforadescendantofTulliaorPoppoea,whileIwassimplytheobjectoftheattentionsofacontadina,andIsaycontadinatoavoidsayingpeasantgirl.

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