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"Medje, commander; as soon as she was able to speak the captain inquired after her name. But when he observed that she, perhaps, might wish to return to her tribe, she sobbed bitterly, and tried to show in every respect how much she dreaded it. Who she really was we could never make out. In that cursed country it is quite different than with us.
Coucou was silent he could not explain even to himself wherein lay the great influence Monte-Cristo had over him. "You saw Medje constantly," the count took up the topic once more; "have you never noticed anything striking about her?" Almost frightened, Coucou looked at the count.
"At first I was of the same opinion, but later I changed it, because I found out that already previous to the expedition suspicious forms were swarming about our tents. Medje had accidentally seen one of these men, and, shrieking terribly, she ran away." "Why did she not give warning to the captain?" "Who could fathom that?
"All dead?" exclaimed Monte-Cristo, trembling. "Woe to you, if you have spoken the truth." "You are false servants of the prophet," cried Medje, "and Allah's eternal curse will rest upon you. Have you heard?" she added, turning to Monte-Cristo's companions; "the wretch says he has murdered all the prisoners." "In the devil's name!" exclaimed Coucou. "He shall pay for that."
The lion-killer is invincible!" After an exhausting ride of three long hours they beheld the minarets of Uargla. Monte-Cristo divided his men in two companies; one he commanded with Jacopo and Medje, the other he placed in charge of Coucou.
"Yes, I am Medje," she proudly answered, throwing back her veil and revealing a countenance of superb beauty. Coucou now hastened up, and as he beheld the young Arabian, he excitedly exclaimed: "Medje, commander, it is Medje. Ask her where her 'little papa' is." Medje turned deathly pale as she heard these words.
"'Medje, he said, 'the Frenchman who stole you is in our hands. "'And you will kill him, coward, I cried. "'No, not yet, he replied with a smile; 'look! "I did so, and saw the captain carried on the bier through the low iron gate. "'They will put this Christian, as you call him, in a dark cell and keep him there month after month until he longs for death.
An important member of the family I must not forget! the governess, Mademoiselle Wissembourg, who is very much of a personage. My coachman, who was one of the "anciens zouaves" so renowned for their bravery generally has cramps when he is told that I am going to drive myself to Paris. And when I drive those twelve miles I do it in double- quick time with Medje and Hilda, my two "limousin" horses.
Spero came running up, and winding his arm around his father's neck, whisperingly asked: "Papa, why could I not accompany you?" "My child, it was a fight with a lion." "You were not afraid? Why should I have been?" The handsome boy now, for the first time, perceived Medje, who smiled at him. "Who is that, papa?" he asked in a whisper. "A friend, Spero; offer her your hand."
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