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"
It
seems
to
me
,
"
said
Emmanuel
,
"
that
I
see
two
young
men
down
there
,
who
are
evidently
,
waiting
.
"
Monte
Cristo
drew
Morrel
a
step
or
two
behind
his
brother-inlaw
.
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
he
,
"
are
your
affections
disengaged
?
"
Morrel
looked
at
Monte
Cristo
with
astonishment
.
"
I
do
not
seek
your
confidence
,
my
dear
friend
.
I
only
ask
you
a
simple
question
;
answer
it
;
--
that
is
all
I
require
.
"
"
I
love
a
young
girl
,
count
.
"
"
Do
you
love
her
much
?
"
"
More
than
my
life
.
"
"
Another
hope
defeated
!
"
said
the
count
.
Then
,
with
a
sigh
,
"
Poor
Haidee
!
"
murmured
he
.
"
To
tell
the
truth
,
count
,
if
I
knew
less
of
you
,
I
should
think
that
you
were
less
brave
than
you
are
.
"
"
Because
I
sigh
when
thinking
of
some
one
I
am
leaving
?
Come
,
Morrel
,
it
is
not
like
a
soldier
to
be
so
bad
a
judge
of
courage
.
Do
I
regret
life
?
What
is
it
to
me
,
who
have
passed
twenty
years
between
life
and
death
?
Moreover
,
do
not
alarm
yourself
,
Morrel
;
this
weakness
,
if
it
is
such
,
is
betrayed
to
you
alone
.
I
know
the
world
is
a
drawing-room
,
from
which
we
must
retire
politely
and
honestly
;
that
is
,
with
a
bow
,
and
our
debts
of
honor
paid
.
"
"
That
is
to
the
purpose
.
Have
you
brought
your
arms
?
"
"
I
?
--
what
for
?
I
hope
these
gentlemen
have
theirs
.
"
"
I
will
inquire
,
"
said
Morrel
.
