Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

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           "HowhaveIdeviatedfromthoseprinciples,monsieur?"askedMonteCristo,whocouldnothelplookingatMorrelwithsomuchintensity,thattwoorthreetimestheyoungmanhadbeenunabletosustainthatclearandpiercingglance.

           "Why,itseemstome,"repliedMorrel,"thatindeliveringM.deMorcerf,whomyoudidnotknow,youdidgoodtoyourneighborandtosociety."

           "Ofwhichheisthebrightestornament,"saidBeauchamp,drinkingoffaglassofchampagne.

           "Mydearcount,"criedMorcerf,"youareatfaultyou,oneofthemostformidablelogiciansIknowandyoumustseeitclearlyprovedthatinsteadofbeinganegotist,youareaphilanthropist.Ah,youcallyourselfOriental,aLevantine,Maltese,Indian,Chinese;yourfamilynameisMonteCristo;SinbadtheSailorisyourbaptismalappellation,andyetthefirstdayyousetfootinParisyouinstinctivelydisplaythegreatestvirtue,orratherthechiefdefect,ofuseccentricParisiansthatis,youassumethevicesyouhavenot,andconcealthevirtuesyoupossess."

           "Mydearvicomte,"returnedMonteCristo,"Idonotsee,inallIhavedone,anythingthatmerits,eitherfromyouorthesegentlemen,thepretendedeulogiesIhavereceived.

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