Граф Монте-Крісто

Robert le Diable.

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           "Butitisnotsoeasytoforget,monsieur,thattheverynextdayafteryourprincelygiftyousavedthelifeofmydearfriend,MadamedeVillefort,whichwasendangeredbytheveryanimalsyourgenerosityrestoredtome."

           "Thistime,atleast,Idonotdeserveyourthanks.ItwasAli,myNubianslave,whorenderedthisservicetoMadamedeVillefort."

           "WasitAli,"askedtheCountofMorcerf,"whorescuedmysonfromthehandsofbandits?"

           "No,count,"repliedMonteCristotakingthehandheldouttohimbythegeneral;"inthisinstanceImayfairlyandfreelyacceptyourthanks;butyouhavealreadytenderedthem,andfullydischargedyourdebtifindeedthereexistedoneandIfeelalmostmortifiedtofindyoustillrevertingtothesubject.MayIbegofyou,baroness,tohonormewithanintroductiontoyourdaughter?"

           "Oh,youarenostrangeratleastnotbyname,"repliedMadameDanglars,"andthelasttwoorthreedayswehavereallytalkedofnothingbutyou.Eugenie,"continuedthebaroness,turningtowardsherdaughter,"thisistheCountofMonteCristo."TheCountbowed,whileMademoiselleDanglarsbentherheadslightly."Youhaveacharmingyoungpersonwithyouto-night,count,"saidEugenie."Issheyourdaughter?"

           "No,mademoiselle,"saidMonteCristo,astonishedatthecoolnessandfreedomofthequestion."SheisapoorunfortunateGreekleftundermycare.

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