Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

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           "SheonlyspeaksRomaic."

           "Thatisdifferent."

           "Butatleastweshallseeher,"saidBeauchamp,"ordoyoukeepeunuchsaswellasmutes?"

           "Oh,no,"repliedMonteCristo;"Idonotcarrybrutalismsofar.Everyonewhosurroundsmeisfreetoquitme,andwhentheyleavemewillnolongerhaveanyneedofmeoranyoneelse;itisforthatreason,perhaps,thattheydonotquitme."Theyhadlongsincepassedtodessertandcigars.

           "MydearAlbert,"saidDebray,rising,"itishalf-pasttwo.Yourguestischarming,butyouleavethebestcompanytogointotheworstsometimes.Imustreturntotheminister’s.Iwilltellhimofthecount,andweshallsoonknowwhoheis."

           "Takecare,"returnedAlbert;"noonehasbeenabletoaccomplishthat."

           "Oh,wehavethreemillionsforourpolice;itistruetheyarealmostalwaysspentbeforehand,but,nomatter,weshallstillhavefiftythousandfrancstospendforthispurpose."

           "Andwhenyouknow,willyoutellme?"

           "Ipromiseyou.Aurevoir,Albert.Gentlemen,goodmorning."

           Ashelefttheroom,Debraycalledoutloudly,"Mycarriage."

           "Bravo,"saidBeauchamptoAlbert;"IshallnotgototheChamber,butIhavesomethingbettertooffermyreadersthanaspeechofM.Danglars."

           "Forheaven’ssake,Beauchamp,"returnedMorcerf,"donotdeprivemeofthemeritofintroducinghimeverywhere

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