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Updated: May 13, 2025
At first Dantes, who now called himself the Count of Monte-Cristo, wanted to kill Fernand's son, Albert de Morcerf, but he spared the young man for Mercedes' sake. He looked up Mondego's past history. The latter had risen to power through crime and treachery. He had betrayed Ali Tebelen, Pasha of Yanina, and sold the latter's wife Vassiliki and daughter Haydee into slavery.
The Nubian skilfully wheeled the animals about and in a few minutes Monte-Cristo had reached his destination. At the door of the poste a gardien received him and, at the mention of his name, obsequiously conducted him to the officer in charge.
Hardly had Luciola uttered the last words, than a deep voice said: "Eugenie Danglars, I thank you in the name of humanity! The past is forgiven!" The diva turned affrightedly around. The Count of Monte-Cristo stood before her, leading his son by the hand. "Oh, how grateful I am to you," said Luciola, sobbing. "You recognized me?"
"I was once young myself," she muttered to herself, "and I know how it looks in an eighteen-year-old girl's heart. Yes, if I were twenty years younger, I don't know but that I would fall in love with this Count of Monte-Cristo myself." Had Madame Caraman discovered Clary's secret? Jack Wharton was not one of those men who mean something else than what they say.
"Haydee, the sorrow belongs to the past; the future at your side has in store for me only joy and happiness. From your pure lips the sentence, whether I am to be damned or saved, must come." At this moment an old sailor approached them and in a tone of awe said: "Count, are we going to Monte-Cristo?" "Yes, Jacopo; you and your men stay on board, while Bertuccio and Ali accompany us.
"I do not know his name; I never saw him before," answered Haydée; "but his face was all battered and bleeding; on his uncovered head the locks were matted and unkempt, and his garments were torn as if in wrenching his way through a thicket of tangled briers." "Benedetto, it was Benedetto!" cried Monte-Cristo. "You do not mean to say he was here, in this room?"
He had taken an Italian's vengeance upon the despicable old Pasquale Solara, who certainly merited all he had received, but how would Monte-Cristo look at the affair when he learned of it as he most assuredly would when he began his campaign against Vampa, if not before? Undoubtedly with strong disapprobation and displeasure.
Jane Zild?" stammered the painter, terror-stricken. "O my God!" They had now reached the Place de l'Etoile, and Gontram looked around for a carriage. "What shall we do?" he asked, turning in desperation to Spero. "Are you going to bring the poor thing to your house? I shall go and arouse the servants." "Do so, Gontram, and hurry every minute counts." Soon the Monte-Cristo mansion was reached.
"I am very grateful to you," replied the painter warmly, and turning to Carmen he said: "Mademoiselle de Larsagny, permit me to introduce the Vicomte of Monte-Cristo to you." Spero bowed deeply. The young lady gazed steadily at the handsome cavalier, and admiration shone in her eyes. "I really have not had the pleasure of seeing the vicomte. I should not have forgotten him."
"No, I was told to come here and await a man. I was to do as he said and ask no questions. So I came and await your orders." "Then listen to me. My father is the Count of Monte-Cristo. I am rich, very rich, and I can reward every service rendered me in a princely manner." A mocking laugh came from the man's lips. "What do you mean by offering me money?" he gruffly asked.
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