Граф Монте-Крісто

The Presentation.

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           "Thatisthemostjustremark,"repliedthestranger,"Ieverheardmadeconcerningmyself."

           "Youhavebeenfreetochooseyourcareer,"observedtheCountofMorcerf,withasigh;"andyouhavechosenthepathstrewedwithflowers."

           "Precisely,monsieur,"repliedMonteCristowithoneofthosesmilesthatapaintercouldneverrepresentoraphysiologistanalyze.

           "IfIdidnotfeartofatigueyou,"saidthegeneral,evidentlycharmedwiththecount’smanners,"IwouldhavetakenyoutotheChamber;thereisadebateverycurioustothosewhoarestrangerstoourmodernsenators."

           "Ishallbemostgrateful,monsieur,ifyouwill,atsomefuturetime,renewyouroffer,butIhavebeenflatteredwiththehopeofbeingintroducedtothecountess,andIwillthereforewait."

           "Ah,hereismymother,"criedtheviscount.MonteCristo,turnedroundhastily,andsawMadamedeMorcerfattheentranceofthesalon,atthedooroppositetothatbywhichherhusbandhadentered,paleandmotionless;whenMonteCristoturnedround,sheletfallherarm,whichforsomeunknownreasonhadbeenrestingonthegildeddoor-post.Shehadbeentheresomemoments,andhadheardthelastwordsofthevisitor.Thelatterroseandbowedtothecountess,whoinclinedherselfwithoutspeaking."Ah,goodheavens,madame,"saidthecount,"areyouill,orisittheheatoftheroomthataffectsyou?"

           "Areyouill,mother?"criedtheviscount,springingtowardsher.

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