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I had about a million in their hands, but, warned in time, I withdrew it a month ago." "Ah, mon Dieu," exclaimed Danglars, "they have drawn on me for 200,000 francs!" "Well, you can throw out the draft; their signature is worth five per cent." "Yes, but it is too late," said Danglars, "I have honored their bills." "Then," said Monte Cristo, "here are 200,000 francs gone after"

They will come to the surface again; from what I know of Mademoiselle Danglars, she has about as much talent for singing as a lioness." "A beautiful constellation. What became of Monsieur de Villefort?" "He is an incurable maniac, and is in Dr. d'Avigny's private asylum." "Not a bad business for the old gentleman. The house of Villefort has had a terrible end.

He seized a rope which Dantes flung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climbed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the conversation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner.

"Monte-Cristo!" cried Larsagny, in terror, and with a gasp he fell back dead a stroke of apoplexy had put an end to his life. Spero did not know that he was the living picture of his father. Edmond Dantes had just looked like that when he was arrested at Marseilles through the intrigues of Danglars, Fernand and Villefort, and Danglars-Larsagny had thought it was Monte-Cristo who stood before him.

Danglars fancied that they had reached the long-desired point; he opened his eyes and looked through the window, expecting to find himself in the midst of some town, or at least village; but he saw nothing except what seemed like a ruin, where three or four men went and came like shadows.

The house at Courberrie belonged to Danglars, and had been the scene of many ignoble orgies. The opening through which Esperance looked was not more than thirty feet from Jane. He called, but she could not hear him. Then all was suddenly dark. The lights returned in a few minutes, and Jane was seen alone. "Jane! Jane!" cried Esperance. Suddenly a door opened.

"Yes; and I wrote, and will show you my correspondence, if you like." Albert and Beauchamp looked at each other. "Sir," said Beauchamp, who had not yet spoken, "you appear to accuse the count, who is absent from Paris at this moment, and cannot justify himself." "I accuse no one, sir," said Danglars; "I relate, and I will repeat before the count what I have said to you."

And those two crayon portraits, that have faded from the dampness; do they not seem to say, with their pale lips and staring eyes, 'We have seen'?" Villefort became livid; Madame Danglars fell into a long seat placed near the chimney. "Oh," said Madame de Villefort, smiling, "are you courageous enough to sit down upon the very seat perhaps upon which the crime was committed?"

Why, to accuse the man, do you address the woman?" "Do I know M. Debray? do I wish to know him? do I wish to know that he gives advice? do I wish to follow it? do I speculate? No; you do all this, not I." "Still it seems to me, that as you profit by it " Danglars shrugged his shoulders. "Foolish creature," he exclaimed.

Monte Cristo smiled significantly. "Stop," said Albert, "here he comes. I shall compliment Mademoiselle Danglars on her cameo, while the father talks to you." "If you compliment her at all, let it be on her voice, at least," said Monte Cristo. "No, every one would do that." "My dear viscount, you are dreadfully impertinent." Albert advanced towards Eugenie, smiling.