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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Then
he
went
to
see
his
mother
,
who
since
the
events
of
the
day
before
had
refused
to
see
any
one
,
and
had
kept
her
room
.
He
found
her
in
bed
,
overwhelmed
with
grief
at
this
public
humiliation
.
The
sight
of
Albert
produced
the
effect
which
might
naturally
be
expected
on
Mercedes
;
she
pressed
her
son
's
hand
and
sobbed
aloud
,
but
her
tears
relieved
her
.
Albert
stood
one
moment
speechless
by
the
side
of
his
mother
's
bed
.
It
was
evident
from
his
pale
face
and
knit
brows
that
his
resolution
to
revenge
himself
was
growing
weaker
.
"
My
dear
mother
,
"
said
he
,
"
do
you
know
if
M.
de
Morcerf
has
any
enemy
?
"
Mercedes
started
;
she
noticed
that
the
young
man
did
not
say
"
my
father
.
"
"
My
son
,
"
she
said
,
"
persons
in
the
count
's
situation
have
many
secret
enemies
.
Those
who
are
known
are
not
the
most
dangerous
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
and
appeal
to
your
penetration
.
You
are
of
so
superior
a
mind
,
nothing
escapes
you
.
"
"
Why
do
you
say
so
?
"
"
Because
,
for
instance
,
you
noticed
on
the
evening
of
the
ball
we
gave
,
that
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
would
eat
nothing
in
our
house
.
"
Mercedes
raised
herself
on
her
feverish
arm
.
"
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
!
"
she
exclaimed
;
"
and
how
is
he
connected
with
the
question
you
asked
me
?
"
"
You
know
,
mother
,
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
is
almost
an
Oriental
,
and
it
is
customary
with
the
Orientals
to
secure
full
liberty
for
revenge
by
not
eating
or
drinking
in
the
houses
of
their
enemies
.
"
"
Do
you
say
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
is
our
enemy
?
"
replied
Mercedes
,
becoming
paler
than
the
sheet
which
covered
her
.
"
Who
told
you
so
?
Why
,
you
are
mad
,
Albert
!
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
has
only
shown
us
kindness
.
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
saved
your
life
;
you
yourself
presented
him
to
us
.
Oh
,
I
entreat
you
,
my
son
,
if
you
had
entertained
such
an
idea
,
dispel
it
;
and
my
counsel
to
you
--
nay
,
my
prayer
--
is
to
retain
his
friendship
.
"
"
Mother
,
"
replied
the
young
man
,
"
you
have
especial
reasons
for
telling
me
to
conciliate
that
man
.
"
"
I
?
"
said
Mercedes
,
blushing
as
rapidly
as
she
had
turned
pale
,
and
again
becoming
paler
than
ever
.
"
Yes
,
doubtless
;
and
is
it
not
that
he
may
never
do
us
any
harm
?
"
Mercedes
shuddered
,
and
,
fixing
on
her
son
a
scrutinizing
gaze
,
"
You
speak
strangely
,
"
said
she
to
Albert
,
"
and
you
appear
to
have
some
singular
prejudices
.
What
has
the
count
done
?
Three
days
since
you
were
with
him
in
Normandy
;
only
three
days
since
we
looked
on
him
as
our
best
friend
.
"
