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"
Probably
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
with
his
imperturbable
tranquillity
.
"
But
what
shall
you
do
with
him
?
"
"
With
whom
?
"
"
With
Albert
.
"
"
What
shall
I
do
with
Albert
?
As
certainly
,
Maximilian
,
as
I
now
press
your
hand
,
I
shall
kill
him
before
ten
o'clock
tomorrow
morning
.
"
Morrel
,
in
his
turn
,
took
Monte
Cristo
's
hand
in
both
of
his
,
and
he
shuddered
to
feel
how
cold
and
steady
it
was
.
"
Ah
,
Count
,
"
said
he
,
"
his
father
loves
him
so
much
!
"
"
Do
not
speak
to
me
of
that
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
with
the
first
movement
of
anger
he
had
betrayed
;
"
I
will
make
him
suffer
.
"
Morrel
,
amazed
,
let
fall
Monte
Cristo
's
hand
.
"
Count
,
count
!
"
said
he
.
"
Dear
Maximilian
,
"
interrupted
the
count
,
"
listen
how
adorably
Duprez
is
singing
that
line
--
'
O
Mathilde
!
idole
de
mon
ame
!
'
"
I
was
the
first
to
discover
Duprez
at
Naples
,
and
the
first
to
applaud
him
.
Bravo
,
bravo
!
"
Morrel
saw
it
was
useless
to
say
more
,
and
refrained
.
The
curtain
,
which
had
risen
at
the
close
of
the
scene
with
Albert
,
again
fell
,
and
a
rap
was
heard
at
the
door
.
