Граф Монте-Крісто

The Morrel Family.

           "Atthesoundoftheirstepsayoungwomanoftwentytofiveandtwenty,dressedinasilkmorninggown,andbusilyengagedinpluckingthedeadleavesoffanoisetterose-tree,raisedherhead.ThiswasJulie,whohadbecome,astheclerkofthehouseofThomson&Frenchhadpredicted,MadameEmmanuelHerbault.Sheutteredacryofsurpriseatthesightofastranger,andMaximilianbegantolaugh."Don’tdisturbyourself,Julie,"saidhe."ThecounthasonlybeentwoorthreedaysinParis,buthealreadyknowswhatafashionablewomanoftheMaraisis,andifhedoesnot,youwillshowhim."

           "Ah,monsieur,"returnedJulie,"itistreasoninmybrothertobringyouthus,butheneverhasanyregardforhispoorsister.Penelon,Penelon!"Anoldman,whowasdiggingbusilyatoneofthebeds,stuckhisspadeintheearth,andapproached,capinhand,strivingtoconcealaquidoftobaccohehadjustthrustintohischeek.Afewlocksofgraymingledwithhishair,whichwasstillthickandmatted,whilehisbronzedfeaturesanddeterminedglancewellsuitedanoldsailorwhohadbravedtheheatoftheequatorandthestormsofthetropics."Ithinkyouhailedme,MademoiselleJulie?"saidhe.Penelonhadstillpreservedthehabitofcallinghismaster’sdaughter"MademoiselleJulie,"andhadneverbeenabletochangethenametoMadameHerbault."Penelon,"repliedJulie,"goandinformM.Emmanuelofthisgentleman’svisit,andMaximilianwillconducthimtothesalon.

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