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It was short and compact; it recited the murder of Caderousse, the robbery in the Count of Monte-Cristo's house, the revelations made by the prisoner with regard to M. de Villefort, the latter's confession, his insanity, and finally the suicide of his wife. "Prisoner, stand up!" said the judge, in a soft voice, "and tell me your name."
The boy smiled now and his pale cheeks grew rosy. His father's voice gave him courage, and, laying his head upon Monte-Cristo's shoulder, he fell asleep, murmuring: "Dear, dear mother." When he was fast asleep, Monte-Cristo gently withdrew his arm and softly walked to the corner of the tent.
I will torture Monte-Cristo's son, but not in a way that the law can reach! "'Let him be tortured! Let him pay for all the agony his father has inflicted on me! "'You shall be satisfied! "The two men then walked away still talking, but in such low voices that I could not hear. I rushed from my hiding-place and hastened to my room.
Had she been his social equal, had her intelligence and education matched her personal beauty, he would have forgotten Zuleika, thrown himself impetuously at her feet and solicited her hand. As it was, while Monte-Cristo's daughter possessed his entire heart, Annunziata Solara enslaved his senses. She received his approaches as a matter-of-course, without diffidence, without a blush.
I am her ambassador, I come to you from her!" The young man put his hand to his forehead and seemed to be striving to collect his scattered senses. "Zuleika? Zuleika?" he murmured. "Monte-Cristo's daughter? Yes, yes, I have heard of her before a long time back in the dreary past! I read of her in some book of history or the verses of some oriental poet. She was a Queen! yes, she was a Queen!
Several minutes elapsed but no response was heard to Monte-Cristo's signal, no one came in obedience to his summons. The Count held his watch in his hand and his eyes were riveted upon the dial. M. Morrel grew slightly impatient; he said to his companion, triumphantly: "I told you that the house was deserted and I was right!"
When the presentations had been made, the venerable Patrician stood for a moment contemplating his future daughter-in-law. "So this is Zuleika!" he said at length. "She is a beautiful and charming girl, and I do not doubt that the attractions of her mind are fully equal to those of her person! My child," he continued, addressing Monte-Cristo's daughter, "I welcome you to my home and to my heart!
"The Count of Monte-Cristo's power is unbounded anywhere in the entire world," rejoined the man, his brightened visage showing clearly the extent of his faith. "A word from him will release both Beppo and myself. Speak that word, your Excellency, and set us free!" Ali had refrained from interfering when he heard this singular conversation, which he fully understood.
Giovanni exhibited this note triumphantly to Zuleika and the friends who had labored so untiringly and successfully in his cause, and, together with the Count of Monte-Cristo and M. Morrel, immediately repaired to the Palazzo Massetti in Monte-Cristo's barouche. The old Count received his son with open arms and cordially greeted Monte-Cristo and Maximilian.
Think, my child, think deeply before you pronounce the irrevocable vow." Haydée threw herself passionately upon Monte-Cristo's breast. "My lord," she cried, in accents broken by extreme agitation and emotion, "am I not your slave?" "No, Haydée," answered the Count, his bosom heaving and his eyes lighting up with a strange flash, "you are free, your fate rests in your own hands."
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