Граф Монте-Крісто

Robert le Diable.

           Haidee’snervoussystemisdelicatelyorganized,andsheispeculiarlysusceptibletotheodorsevenofflowersnay,therearesomewhichcausehertofaintifbroughtintoherpresence.However,"continuedMonteCristo,drawingasmallphialfromhispocket,"Ihaveaninfallibleremedy."Sosaying,hebowedtothebaronessandherdaughter,exchangedapartingshakeofthehandwithDebrayandthecount,andleftMadameDanglars’box.UponhisreturntoHaideehefoundherstillverypale.Assoonasshesawhimsheseizedhishand;herownhandsweremoistandicycold."Whowasityouweretalkingwithoverthere?"sheasked.

           "WiththeCountofMorcerf,"answeredMonteCristo."Hetellsmeheservedyourillustriousfather,andthatheoweshisfortunetohim."

           "Wretch!"exclaimedHaidee,hereyesflashingwithrage;"hesoldmyfathertotheTurks,andthefortuneheboastsofwasthepriceofhistreachery!Didnotyouknowthat,mydearlord?"

           "SomethingofthisIheardinEpirus,"saidMonteCristo;"buttheparticularsarestillunknowntome.Youshallrelatethemtome,mychild.Theyare,nodoubt,bothcuriousandinteresting."

           "Yes,yes;butletusgo.Ifeelasthoughitwouldkillmetoremainlongnearthatdreadfulman."Sosaying,Haideearose,andwrappingherselfinherburnooseofwhitecashmireembroideredwithpearlsandcoral,shehastilyquittedtheboxatthemomentwhenthecurtainwasrisinguponthefourthact

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