Граф Монте-Кристо

Bread and Salt.

           MonteCristowatchedherwithanairsothoughtful,andsofullofaffectionateadmiration,thatsheturnedbackandgraspedhishand;atthesametimesheseizedthatofherson,andjoinedthemtogether.

           "Wearefriends;arewenot?"sheasked.

           "Oh,madame,Idonotpresumetocallmyselfyourfriend,butatalltimesIamyourmostrespectfulservant."Thecountessleftwithanindescribablepanginherheart,andbeforeshehadtakentenstepsthecountsawherraiseherhandkerchieftohereyes."Donotmymotherandyouagree?"askedAlbert,astonished.

           "Onthecontrary,"repliedthecount,"didyounothearherdeclarethatwewerefriends?"Theyre-enteredthedrawing-room,whichValentineandMadamedeVilleforthadjustquitted.ItisperhapsneedlesstoaddthatMorreldepartedalmostatthesametime.

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