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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1078/1279
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"
I
am
at
your
service
,
and
still
more
my
servants
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
can
not
live
if
she
is
not
better
.
"
"
Shall
I
ring
for
Baptistin
?
"
"
No
,
I
will
go
and
speak
to
him
myself
.
"
Morrel
went
out
,
called
Baptistin
,
and
whispered
a
few
words
to
him
.
The
valet
ran
directly
.
"
Well
,
have
you
sent
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
,
seeing
Morrel
return
.
"
Yes
,
and
now
I
shall
be
more
calm
.
"
"
You
know
I
am
waiting
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
smiling
.
"
Yes
,
and
I
will
tell
you
.
One
evening
I
was
in
a
garden
;
a
clump
of
trees
concealed
me
;
no
one
suspected
I
was
there
.
Two
persons
passed
near
me
--
allow
me
to
conceal
their
names
for
the
present
;
they
were
speaking
in
an
undertone
,
and
yet
I
was
so
interested
in
what
they
said
that
I
did
not
lose
a
single
word
.
"
"
This
is
a
gloomy
introduction
,
if
I
may
judge
from
your
pallor
and
shuddering
,
Morrel
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
very
gloomy
,
my
friend
.
Some
one
had
just
died
in
the
house
to
which
that
garden
belonged
.
One
of
the
persons
whose
conversation
I
overheard
was
the
master
of
the
house
;
the
other
,
the
physician
.
The
former
was
confiding
to
the
latter
his
grief
and
fear
,
for
it
was
the
second
time
within
a
month
that
death
had
suddenly
and
unexpectedly
entered
that
house
which
was
apparently
destined
to
destruction
by
some
exterminating
angel
,
as
an
object
of
God
's
anger
.
"
