The Vendetta.

           "AtwhatpointshallIbeginmystory,yourexcellency?"askedBertuccio.

           "Whereyouplease,"returnedMonteCristo,"sinceIknownothingatallofit."

           "IthoughttheAbbeBusonihadtoldyourexcellency."

           "Someparticulars,doubtless,butthatissevenoreightyearsago,andIhaveforgottenthem."

           "ThenIcanspeakwithoutfearoftiringyourexcellency."

           "Goon,M.Bertuccio;youwillsupplythewantoftheeveningpapers."

           "Thestorybeginsin1815."

           "Ah,"saidMonteCristo,"1815isnotyesterday."

           "No,monsieur,andyetIrecollectallthingsasclearlyasiftheyhadhappenedbutthen.Ihadabrother,anelderbrother,whowasintheserviceoftheemperor;hehadbecomelieutenantinaregimentcomposedentirelyofCorsicans.Thisbrotherwasmyonlyfriend;webecameorphansIatfive,heateighteen.HebroughtmeupasifIhadbeenhisson,andin1814hemarried.WhentheemperorreturnedfromtheIslandofElba,mybrotherinstantlyjoinedthearmy,wasslightlywoundedatWaterloo,andretiredwiththearmybeyondtheLoire."

           "ButthatisthehistoryoftheHundredDays,M.Bertuccio,"saidthecount;"unlessIammistaken,ithasbeenalreadywritten."

           "Excuseme,excellency,butthesedetailsarenecessary,andyoupromisedtobepatient."

           "Goon;Iwillkeepmyword."

           "Onedaywereceivedaletter.

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