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"Yes, your father. Do you not remember a man who took care of you after your mother died? The man was formerly a galley-slave named Anselmo. Before that he wore the dress of a priest. Jane Zild is the daughter of the convict of Toulon and the woman of Lyons." "Miserable scoundrel," cried Spero, "you lie! If you have weapons, let us fight. Only one of us dare leave this room alive."
Before he could ask for the cause of this, she laughed aloud and mockingly said: "A good host has generally several surprises in petto for his guests; are you an exception to the general rule?" Gontram was about to reply when the door was opened and the servant announced: "Mademoiselle Jane Zild, the Vicomte of Monte-Cristo!"
Spero bent over it, and, uttering a hollow cry, he took it in his arms and clasped the head with its long, black, streaming hair to his bosom. It was Jane Zild whom the vicomte held in his arms. Near her lay a revolver. Spero hurried with his burden to the street, and Gontram could hardly keep up with him.
He felt his brain whirl, and, beating his face with his hands, he groaned aloud. What had Benedetto written? Only a few words: "The lady who is known as Jane Zild is " "You will not send these lines off," cried Anselmo, springing up suddenly and clutching Benedetto by the throat. The latter, however, was too strong for him; in a minute he had thrown the ex-priest upon the bed.
She asked no questions, but, with the vicomte's assistance, placed a bandage upon the young girl's wound and wished to discreetly retire. "Mamma Caraman," said Spero, imploringly, "stay here and watch over the young girl whom I place under your protection. Let no one know that she is in this house." Spero thereupon withdrew, while Jane Zild remained under the care of the good-hearted woman.
For two days nothing else was talked of in Paris but the young songstress. Jane Zild lived in a house in the Champs-Elysées. She had arrived, as she said, but a few days before from Russia, in company with an elderly man, who was looked upon as her steward, and whom she called Melosan. The reporters had seized upon these meagre details and magnified them.
"What about the surprise you were going to give your guests?" asked Carmen, after an uncomfortable pause. "I will keep my word," replied the painter, laughing. "Have you ever heard the name of Jane Zild, mademoiselle?" "Jane Zild? That wonderful songstress who comes from the north, either Lapland or Finland? What is the matter with her?"
"And where should the trap be?" asked Gontram, as they walked on; "not in Jane Zild's heavenly tones? Just look how the dark eyes are looking at you really you are in luck." Jane Zild had risen after the song was ended, and while the applause sounded about her, she looked steadily at the vicomte.
Spero's carriage had driven up in front of the house almost simultaneously with that of the diva, and Spero assisted the young lady to alight. When the vicomte entered the parlor, he felt humiliated when he saw all eyes turned in the direction of the diva. No one seemed to care to notice the heir of the Count of Monte-Cristo. Jane Zild strode the rooms with the dignity of a queen. "Heavenly!
Anselmo ordered a respectable funeral, and when he returned from the cemetery with the young girl he said with deep emotion: "Jane, I knew your mother I promised her that I would look out for you. Will you stay with me?" Jane Zild sorrowfully said "Yes." Anselmo left Lyons in company with the lonely child. He worked hard to place Jane above want, and tenderly loved her.
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